After the StormA Poem by Aramey
These crumbled walls,
lay out across a sacred city, as the sands and stone, once misplace from the wreckage, dwindle between my fingers, and make up a new tapestry of time. It is but a map, that holds ancient meaning, whispering of the beginning, forged from dark ends, trailing scars; reminiscent, of endless river's bend. The tempest has blown it's hell and woe upon me, yet I am as a mountain, undefeated, against cruel and apathetic forces, peering out into no longer fragile grounds, across these once brittle lands. I am the guardian, defiant, of painful and highest demands. Stand with me, my friend, watch the rebirth of light, and how life begins again. © 2014 ArameyFeatured Review
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Added on July 29, 2014Last Updated on July 29, 2014 AuthorArameyPensacola, FLAboutI'm just like any other writer, striving to make a living. If I had a preference it would be novels. more..Writing
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