Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Virgin territory

by Renton de Alwis

In a land barren grew
a seed of hope saw
scruples root take
a form weird make
imagery fake fall
dark corners left
a bird call sing
song keys dance
tunes linger touch
deep bottom pit
lay broken fresh
to breathe grasp
a breath of air
where no one touched
where no one sought
where no one fought
any battle that is worth.

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