SEVEN

SEVEN

A Poem by Irma Chavez

Catastrophe"

Classic four elements,

Coming to notice this

Lazily melting here.

Earth calling out my name,

Chanting to desire

Of the deep songs she knows,

They’re young-dead-old-living.


© 2013 Irma Chavez



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Added on June 19, 2013
Last Updated on June 19, 2013