Citrus

Citrus

A Poem by Heretic
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A poem I wrote in class about where I'm from.

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I sprouted from a lone orange tree
Always illuminated by the golden
Rays of Gendenwitha

        Crashing waves in the distance

One day I fell to the river bank
Where I drifted with the current
Down the river time, I watched
The thinning of orange groves

        What was once plentiful is now scarce

The river dropped me
Into the shadow of the
Valley Brown

I long to escape from here
Back to the place I fell from
Or through the Golden Gate

        Where my heart longs to be

© 2014 Heretic


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Heretic
Heretic

Hotel, CA



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"This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us." ~Rorscha.. more..

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