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22 Mar 2014

Untrampled

Posted by Oblivion in Poetry | 7:01pm


winters many have passed
sunny summers, as many, too
and then these rains, so fierce

languished to the bone, she thought:

where will i go, but
when, on the sands of time,
every grain, needle-sharp, wants to pierce



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