the rivers freeze
under our chilly gaze
the leaves rustle
at the slightest quiver
of our scorching tongues
and our words break the earth
into million gaping wounds
zigzagging
in a dizzying speed
to devour us
the rivers freeze
under our chilly gaze
the leaves rustle
at the slightest quiver
of our scorching tongues
and our words break the earth
into million gaping wounds
zigzagging
in a dizzying speed
to devour us
October 26, 2009 at 9:34 am |
Loved the power in this piece- and the punchy style.
great images!
Tony
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