Falling by the wayside
As the river runs dry.
That the bed
Stripped Naked and Bare
With its hidden devils of pollution
Is exposed for all to see.
but
May the waters flood once again
That life be breathed back into its banks
And when that be
May it not forget
The source of its spring.
6 comments:
the spring of creativity spurts again! rich and fertile!
rock on girl.
remember to catch up. i hardly get to talk to you these days.
poor piece of pork.
anyway, that was ruxin
harlow! happy chinese new year! best wishes for your med tests & exams! know it's damn tough! hang in there! you can do it!
whoa el didn't know you're a poet =) and a good one too! - zn
poor piggy. still great to see you posting again! good creative work! :)
on a completely unrelated note: i don't know what are vignettes. haha!
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