Raw Death

Rating: 4.5

Broken chair walk in cloud of gravel spine
Yet montanes cry of lost voices
Deserts have been encroached by stamps of death
Claws of wind tearing shielding rocks if desolate soul
Calm and rough
Tiny and wide
The echoe of death chase mad dogs
Into pit of hell

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David Dale Kush 06 August 2013

Much deeper than my work my friend very thought provoking

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Geetha Jayakumar 01 August 2013

Wow. Wonderful write... Loved reading it.

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