Yesterday is gone
No matter what we may wish
Tomorrow will come
Under the floorboards
Crawling through dust and rubble
A small, gray serpent
Deep in the mountains
By chance living or dying
Brown bear meets red deer
On a lark
I run through the hills
Searching for a wisp of hope
I may find
March 26, 2015 11:15 pm
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