Living shadows, and the solid dreams they cast —
The cedar and the lamp post, the school boy and the cloud:
The perfect shroud — as if Cain had smiled at Abel,
And Abel — had wept — and bowed.
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Abel, Cain, Dreams, Epitaphs, Genesis, Grace, Gratitude, Love, Poems, Poetry, Shadows
William Michaelian 