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KingdomTide 6 The seeds of unbelievable
sleep lightly in the sack
while the fallow ground of reason
lies upturned upon its back
awakening inconceivable
lightly scatters on the ground
generation's germination
subterranean resound
the rains of almost ready now
they linger in the clouds
await remaining funerals
of the self-assuring prouds
sky's in search of farmers
who will till with humble hand
a kingdom only given in the soil
of earthy land
Labels: poetry
posted by John David Walt | at 8/07/2006 01:43:00 PM
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