P.O.V.

Sat, 06/01/2013 - 17:17 -- Myther

the stars, the sky
the twinkling beetle skin
home is just a memory
the brick and clay
the scratchy, knitted clothes
the ashy air
the muggy clouds
the swampy ground and mire
the rot of slowly fading age
Home
the worst place in terms of factual
the happiest I have ever been
the work
the scar
the ash
the blood
the everyday toil
nothing easy
nothing pure
but beauty in the creatures
beauty in their smiles
a desolate arena
the holder of my heart
my mind
my loyalty
my home

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