CYNTHIA
My conscience rings
Saturday, 19 November 2011
Nonetheless Nothingness...
Vastness of the sky
ring my chimes
a tree's golden tresses
flows a river of stories
death nonetheless
the withering away to nothingness...
Friday, 4 November 2011
DE-seeded Disease!
sapwood bleeds my pain
is it-
to become a rain of colours ?
in a new grave
together again
re-buried mother...
denuded, open
This stark, sere land—
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