by Bernard Pearson In the cradle Of our last night, When all things hang In the balance of time Will we see, really see? The world that dies with us, or the one that has waited So patiently, for our return. * * * BERNARD PEARSON: His work appears in over one hundred and thirty publications worldwide, including; Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review, and Crossways. In 2017 a selection of his poetry, In Free Fall, was published by Leaf by Leaf Press.
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