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Vague
The winter hollow yelped
With soundless chilling agony;
That time again
Taxpayers antagonized the papers,
But one, who was ready-
The burrower of the deadfall town.
Bright shimmer glistened in the freeze,
But he was warm in deep-
He had his bare list
With souls to match outside-
Over the white with tiny letters
(To save the ink)
He wrote those names,
Which long ago did live.
The windows trembled from the cold
And let the wind to snuggle by.
To beg the streets with the shameless trees
He deceived and left behind.
Those compelled sinners to the crime
He kept in box with thousand locks.
He loved them dearly,
He saved them secretly,
They were his family;
He diligently used them-
The soul collector of the naked town.
Not tall, nor small, rather ordinary,
But his wicked eyes shined with hundred stars
With every touch his shaky fingers
Caressed new thing belonged to waste.
His home, dimmed below, was stuffed-
His treasure buried under ground.
He never made a sound…
That frozen smile disturbed his frown
As the richest man of the greedy town.
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But when you see him small-steps the land
Of sightless and misfortunate,
Please, shake his hand
And not the nation-
He’s only a bureaucrat’s creation.
:))
