Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Seeking impossible.

I walked in with hope
Because I saw the ground
High here, low there
And over a bit further
Lays a valley so deep
I blend within its shadow.
And on its highest hill
Are little feet
Blue veins and pink tinge
And it was then I realized
The ground doth shakes
And when it does, I look to the sky
Why is it that...
My feet go deeper still.

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