The hand that fedA Poem by Cheavel DeLunaLike a desert. Streams and rivers run dry. And upon the ground the cracks begin to show. A prayer for water. Scales. Like a Lizard. Or a butterfly's wings. Travel across the ground, searching for a way out. © 2011 Cheavel DeLuna |
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Added on September 20, 2011 Last Updated on September 20, 2011 AuthorCheavel DeLunaPAAboutI'm a human. Mostly. I'm am aspiring starving artist. Everything on here is copyrighted. To me. Unless otherwise stated that is.. Salty? Enjoy! more..Writing
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