Martin's childhood

Martin's childhood

A 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