Thursday, March 14, 2013


Florest Floor
Swift waters,
Merciless winds,
A safe haven ahead.
The light that guides us is shining up on the hill
With a grin, with a grin.
And we approach eagerly, trustingly.
The light was a lie.
They took our treasures,
They sneered,
They robbed our clothes, our chests, our lives.
For the wealth? No.
Writer's Dash

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