Monday, December 28, 2009

Dream to Live

When our family tree was cut down limb by limb, dreams were all we've got. We clutched down with our fingers like the roots of a tree to the soil that once nourished us. We lay there hoping to be absorb into it, make us cold like the arms of the men, woman and children that watched over us...And so we sleep, with our eyes, and mouth shut and wake to nothing but a memory...

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