Saturday, January 5, 2013

Being

It flies across the sea,
across the sky and shall become the stars,
for it likes to do that, and the blood
shall run and expose the once hidden bone inside,
while the tears pray for happiness in life.

It watches over the land as a young girl with a muddy cloak
sits on a stump of a once lively tree,
crying as the thoughts of her loved ones
cross her mind.
It then turns to a boy
who watches the mountains as they seemingly
uproot themselves from the flatland
that are the valleys where the ravens gaze.

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