Its a hard moribund life, swirling
oxygenated reeds in the rivulet,
pause her venture.
Nil by mouth, she strives to untangle,
tapered free,
to the ravenous lands re-emerging,
searching for morsels of truth.
Nourishment wrenched
from out stretched hands.
Like broken briars, lost thorns
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Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
Its a hard moribund life, swirling
oxygenated reeds in the rivulet,
pause her venture.
Nil by mouth, she strives to untangle,
tapered free,
to the ravenous lands re-emerging,
searching for morsels of truth.
Nourishment wrenched
from out stretched hands.
Like broken briars, lost thorns
embed a crown
of despondent woe
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