valente gonzalez

Rookie (10/30/89 / chicago, illnois)

Spirit Of Land

Where forest stream went through the wood
And silent all the sterns there stood
Of tall tress, moveless, hanging dark
With mottled shadows on their bark

As faint as deepest sleeper's breath
An echo came cold as death
Long are the paths, of shadow made
Where no foot's print is ever laid

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