Stars fall over Drumochter pass,
smudged grey as always, barren, desolate,
a world dropped dead into Dante’s Ninth.
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The Art of Prose and Poetry
Stars fall over Drumochter pass,
smudged grey as always, barren, desolate,
a world dropped dead into Dante’s Ninth.
Inking Prose & Poetry