Hay Bales In Ruins
Is it ours to reason -
Or observe the ruined walls?
Sense the lack of life and living,
In the empty formless halls.
Feel stillness pierce the air,
Shallow breath and reason enter,
Here the scene is set for playing,
The Hay bales rolled to centre.
Where lies the script to play?
Who hides behind the scenes?
And when the hay is rolled away
áAre the ruins in our dreams?
ęPhilip Holden


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