The Doorbell

The rumble of spinning steel
reverberates in this shell
starlit and cold
drowning in the afternoon dew
sorrowful sleet;
when the doorbell calls
all sunsets fall to ash;
who is this sorrowful cry?
why don't we let it die?



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poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
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copyright 2007 Jason Paul Fox