Totally off prompt today – it wasn’t for me.

Deep Sleep

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Trees on the horizon
Fingers accusing the sunset
Shimmering waters deep

The soul of man divided
A fear that never speaks
Darkness encroaches deep

Thunder in the morning
Lightning cracks on high
Rolling sound so deep

Division rends asunder
Lands that had known peace
Now their daughters sleep

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