![]() Blueberry PatchesA Poem by Indigoshadows![]() A simple poem about a complicated problem![]() Blueberry patches on a faint trail of skin, bruised fruit, purple and dark as sin. An orchard of these slender and frail ebony inside, inside the pale. Desperate and hungry, no signs of mirth dying thirst, roots wrench at the earth. The world as it is made out of tin all that is natural dies with the wind. Lost in the past, lost in the dreams finding peace is not what is seems. A chaos of storms-- it overthrows causing the weeping in the willows.
© 2008 IndigoshadowsAuthor's Note
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