Wednesday, April 10, 2013

133. Skins of our fathers

After the rain,
the frightened insects
surveying the damage,
knowing this battered land
is what remains
and what must be
lived through.

How many tears have irrigated
this unruly soil in

Suns will one day emerge,
but how, but

In such darkness and
uncertainty, how
strong must one be,
to trust,
to hope!

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