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Monday, February 17, 2014

Walking The Silent Path

walking the silent path
I worry for the miniature world
beneath my feet
Greek God of destruction
crushing hopes and dreams
displacing families
just on their way
an ordinary day
the sun smiles down
through rows of trees
tall and welcoming
not harming anything
until they fall
like Greek Gods
across the silent path
the sun rising
warm and smiling
I hear no screams
life and death
a daily thing
just clumsy gods out walking

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