The Poui in bloom, Trinidad, West Indies
Soil, sand and seas, ample hills that bleed, oaks, pines and daffodils. See beyond your childish gaze, touch my silky skin. I am here not for my beauty, but for my time, before I return to a desert, dust clouding my vision, damp charcoaled skin. Death comes with a whisk of flames, I sleep never to return.
Ode to Earth
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Ode to Earth Day 2009
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