Poems crop up like new flowers in soil. I enjoy crafting them, working through the lines like gardeners run their hands through soil. Here is the newest poem from the christyb mind, Strings of the Earth.
Strings of the Earth
The Earth hunches over you,
Playing you like a marionette doll
With strings you do not see above
Your uncombed hair, cigarette-stained
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