It's rushing
brushing
hear the air
their veins
dispute
the darkness
they speak
of storms and winds
to come
so listen care
-fully their quiver
-ing leaves
away despair
the walls
don't protect
but break hands
and scarf them
rejecting them
hear their lamenting
voices
whilst their toes
the roots
reach out for
earthly goods
aware of meta
dying
right here
announcing a
dance macabre
on a growing
velvet sheet
protecting
mother earth
is crying
make way, make way
before the autumn leaves
will break away
a prayer, a prayer
each day
before those
barren times
....'encore'.
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13102013 madrason
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