Sunday, 10 April 2011

Into the Valley

Dropping down now,
into the bowels of the valley,
Dwarf like kingdom appears,
slate scattered everywhere,
left by Sculptor's hand,
as he dragged his fingers,
carving out this land,
rain passing like veiled curtains,
set against the towering crags,
I feel my own insignificance,
my speck like form,
upon this planet's surface.

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