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