truth in folkloreA Poem by elephantThese are all oldWith my ear to the floor and eyes turned in Breathing subsiding like a dieing sunset red My life is rocking within these plaster walls Tears puddle between the cedar boards Why is this world ignoring the truth in folklore? © 2010 elephant |
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