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Cradle

April 16, 2017 Shanil

Lying on that wild grass

with eyes cast

past the precipice,

a meandering valley

carved by amative hands,

a cradle for the precious

that have reason 

to curse the rain.

Inhabiting grief,

till the shifting seasons 

fill their chords

with a new chorus.

"It's never over"

Oh I have seen it.

Once orphaned soil

tame rocks

to birth a forest.

 

 

 

In Poetry Tags Nature, Depression, Philosophy
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