the days pull at me
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| Hollow Tree with a hollow heart. |
without the color of roses
I am parched and burned
all resources torn from me
a dried river in a land
shifting into desert
I am shaken and rifted
soul shattered in tremors
earth and buildings ripped
from where they stand, tumbling
lost to time and space
forced to bow before the
unforgiving
martyrs in stone
staring cold unmoving
and bid me stand still
tongue heavy with ice
eyes on the ground
crumbling beneath me
- copyright 2012
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| Beautiful lone red tree surrounded by river on one side and a walking trail on the other. |
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