The evil that dwells in this land
Lies not in ice, but the flesh of man.
Expel your skin, take nature's hand,
For this land shall be yours to lie upon
And hear the Trees breathe, the Sun sing,
The Wind flow, the River bend,
The Earth, a melody, teem.
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collection of poetry
PoetryThese are extremely short drafts of poems. They cover several topics. Titles may be redacted (obscured).
