Monday, 9 September 2013

HIS ROBE



Running
Stumbling
Falling
Crawling

Skin scratched
By thorny weeds

Battered
Tattered
Clouded
Shrouded

Tears streaming
Down a hollow laugh

Mud on feet
Soot on hands
Dirt on dirt
Growing hurt

Screams lodged
In a stuffy throat

One lonely street

One dying lass

Arm stretched out

Straining
For 
The hem

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