Trembled the Village
small
perched in the hill
surrounded by other
hills
and other villages
Three to five streets
those villages
had.
Bring me a hummock here
Bring me a bed
To rest upon
The soil
To
Rest
Upon
The
Fields
To
Feel
Face
Upwards
The
Trembling
Ground
Above
The
Scowling
Sky
As
Yet
Azure
Bring
Me
Bring
Me.
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