The grass is still wet And the ground is warm Roots drink in water Ants make their tunnels Worms lazily burrow A symphony of sounds If one could hear them Through soil and stone But the dead don’t hear Not like the living do The dead are listening The way the universe does
WRITTEN BY IAMKIITAN AND HASTYWORDS ◊◊ Fluid yellow tinted strokes Color sunbeams on time They fade into a distance As a rotating globe defines There and then I sat Looking into the skies Lost in the painful memory of it all Where do I begin? Memories skip their stones Over shallow muddy waters…
HASTYWORDS 