“Without
Pastures”
cji
3/19/13
Parched
and barren wastes
miles and
miles of nothing
withered
bones bleached
arid
waterholes of sands
nothing
moved or stirred
excepting
the winds adrift
shifting
the sands of time
nothing
lived or survived
without
pastures to graze
death
and loneliness alive!
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© 2013 – cji
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