Hill Sick
As this pages stains with ink
The nights I stayed up
To think
And save up
The green leaves and the beetle
It dies slowly
Dreams of Seattle
More, it dies slowly
I pray you see heaven
Her breathe misses you
A page at the claws of raven
To the place you go, you.
Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday | Year Posted 2016
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