Wednesday, May 09, 2012

It began

It began in the womb of time
and the slow-grained flowing;
it began when the rains came
and the spirit of tomorrows
glistened in the sweat of yesterday.
It began when the river flowed
and the waters broke
in birth pains of caverns.
In the rising of hills
and the sinking of valleys,
as the scraped knees of mountains
bled down their ragged shins
it began.

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