Tuesday, June 16, 2015

wee poem


Fire had blackend the land and ash swirled in the sky
Dirty rain poured down and made tiny dark rivers on the broken land
As we walked, the filth sloshed between our toes
The smell of dead things rose from the ground

We kept walking, our eyes burning...we kept walking

1 comment:

  1. Oh my gosh, I love this wee poem. We keep walking! It's perfection. I can smell the dead things all over the ground but we're gonna keep going.

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