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Rising Sun
Rising Sun © Copyright 2009 C. R. Stone
Racing through flames of yesterday
weaving between seams of green giants
hovering in a hungry jungle of smoking limbs-
until all that's left are bitter ashes.
Hollow earth shattering with every decline
from swamping tears and cries that wont echo,
yet I continue my search for sunlight-
until all that's left are bitter ashes.
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2 comments:
this is a very strong piece. i enjoyed reading this very much.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
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