Martin's childhoodA Poem by Wayfaring stranger
In deep wet soil ground
Your shoes are heavy Sleepining----raining--- Cold moist is on your lips Map is wet and tear appart Deep wet dark woods Holes of echoing waters Spiritual moisture Storm----sun----dusk---- Running deer in death blood Your eyes cannot hear Calm waves of wind Child---boy-----man---- In one flesh and soul Still youthful warrior Beyond the fear and death © 2019 Wayfaring stranger |
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Added on April 9, 2019 Last Updated on April 9, 2019 Author
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