Find me in my land
they come
in a vortex of wind.
My land,
empty,
only
as a shadow,
Sprinkling the salt
all over.
And the silence is long.
the fountains of the abyss
they are open.
And then silence.
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Poetry written for (100 Day Poetry Challenge) organized by @d-pend made for Steemit
5/22/18
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Throughout the poem, anguish moves in an endless desert. The tone is pitiful, painful, abysmal. The trimming of words is the same feeling that there is no solution to evil in the short term, it is like a labyrinth with no way out. Good job, brother!
Thank you sister.
Es la realidad de una tierra que se desangra.
Así es. Sangra
Well constructed
Good one cordero
Thank you friend ehisoria