Sunday, November 04, 2007

Sitting by quiet waters,
Destruction from the day before lay around
Rushes, grass, vines all lay where felled
Cataclysm on the small had struck

And yet

It was simply acknowldged
And became the new reality

New webs were spun
New burrows dug
Warmth to find
Sun to catch

Life carried on

The past was gone

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