Beautifully Written Tragedy.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Run Through Forests.
Darkness crossed
Over the mountains where I was lost.
Into the woods, I was not safe;
For I was only a waif.
Weak and trembling;
A thin tree, resembling.
Not fit to survive,
I would die, deprived.
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