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original sin
Tides wash away the precious residues,
Of an incalculable sin
The Earth, it cleanses it clean
But the blood seeps within and
The soul sank into the sand
Enclaved in what has been
The Earth, the Trees, the magnificent
Sky, they do not lie
They see, they feel. they know
All that contrives from the essence of man
Be it blessings or Curses
And upon that very shore
were composed such verses
the blood it spills, the soul
It sinks into the sand, to the land under
lost forever...but never forgotten
The golden apple eternally rotten.
MDT 2008
this poem is dedicated to Scarlet keeling
Of an incalculable sin
The Earth, it cleanses it clean
But the blood seeps within and
The soul sank into the sand
Enclaved in what has been
The Earth, the Trees, the magnificent
Sky, they do not lie
They see, they feel. they know
All that contrives from the essence of man
Be it blessings or Curses
And upon that very shore
were composed such verses
the blood it spills, the soul
It sinks into the sand, to the land under
lost forever...but never forgotten
The golden apple eternally rotten.
MDT 2008
this poem is dedicated to Scarlet keeling
Published 15th May 2010
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