new poetry, hot off the press… er… off the Word Doc.

Posted on May 25, 2015 by miarich

Still wood
bird cry echo
soul reaching for what is not there.
Feet pricked by thorns
blood crumbs left on the trail
silence deafening
no one will follow.

© Maria Rich
5/25/2015

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1 Response to new poetry, hot off the press… er… off the Word Doc.

  1. Lauren says:
    May 25, 2015 at 8:35 pm

    Awesome, deep and inspiring.

    Reply

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