Saturday 18 December 2010

Inside out















She smiled when she moved
through the crowd,
an open fire surrounds you
in a lucid dream,
the soft whispering
from all ages still holding
them together in the dark screams
of the factory.
The stones painfully
affected from the simple smoke,
they are rolling wasted
from the hills,
devotion kept pounding
from the melting mountains.

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