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A Poem (Free verse) by BigB

Slowly he turned, He walked a few paces back to the tree, and lay down in its shade. His mind a blank, Knew all he had was lost. He was satisfied enough to let the ground engulf him, Swallow him to the eternal blackness. The branches hung limply over him, And wept their tears of blood.

Dovina 8-Sep-04/1:40 PM
How indistinctively indistinct we are and engrosed with trivia.




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