Without

Roots and the hills submergeTo the warm progress of an incomplete sunConnected to the coreThrough a single string of hopeWithout contemptWithout judgment Meanwhile on the placid crustWorlds collide over thin cut slices of woodDisjointed by differencesThrough waves of social alibisWithout empathyWithout humanity Birds leave their nest to fly westSeeking shelter for eggs to be hatchedFearing not their demiseThrough stormy... Continue Reading →

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