Tuesday, November 25, 2008

in the rough where the diamond sits...

Out in the rough where the diamond sits,
The search ends in this haven, a perfect fit.

Two handfuls of lost souls, found here under the sun,
This cycle, survival, the only one.

A carpet of trees shades us all underneath,
In the depth of the valley, where minds seep through teeth.

No thoughts unwelcome, only safe to grow strong,
In this salad of stories that go on, and on, and on.

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