Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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Act 3
If you want answers, you must ask the life that is planted here.
They remember
and can tell you better
the letters they gave;
The ones I didn't take.
I would sit in their shade
and formulate equations, raking through the data
and numbers that couldn't save me.
And all the while the words,
in their whispering leaves
dripped down around me
like the rain that had so long sustained this place...and mingled with wordless agony
running down my face.
Unheeded
Unheard
by the lands that bordered my own
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