I write poems
poems to renew
the peeling old coats
I write poems
whispering to the
hollows of the heart
I write poems
weeping
for humanity
C) Lorot Salem 2010
Black Calla Lilies On My Grave
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We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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