Thursday, August 20, 2009

second of the 6th

Sleep stirred so
the mountain ranges crumbled
into the rumbling sea

A loved bird set free
set loose to not yet return
on purpose

But actions in rapid effect
each have a purpose
purportedly to neglect

So winds they wavered
and the ground, it swallowed
everything possibly dreamed

The bird lost forever
without a will to survive
carried with it all enjoyed

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