Nostalgia
I look upon this weary ground
as my bare foot touches the holy soil
why is this? We no longer bound
we love ourselves… and we became foils
some fight for money, some fight for glory
but I will always fight for memento mori
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6th place in the contest, A Nature Verse by John Freeman
Copyright © Sami Helbaoui | Year Posted 2011
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