Thursday 1 January 2015

EVERGREEN:


In the crispness of her voice, she was yet evergreen,

In the desert´s dry hot dust, she was yet evergreen,

In the crunched autumn leaves, she was yet evergreen,

In the burnt hardness of stones, she was yet evergreen,

In the snapping of old dry twigs, she was yet evergreen,

In the death of ancient bones, she was always evergreen.

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