Now when all the rivers have dried up
When they split entirely
herbage
Sprouted wild beasts languages
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I like that poem! când scrie despre mama este binecuvântată. Îmi place această poezie frumoasă
My hand take shape the truth and hot clay turning it on all sides. cavernous in the city..... angel departed..... spiders nests...... very fine expressions dear poetess........on archaeology.. tony
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing......................................