LostThe wolves still howl if you listen close enough. The Trickster, still playing his games, his thoughts echoing off the newly lain pavement and bouncing off the glass windows.Lost8 years ago in Free Verse
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The river still flows, if you watch long enough. It no longer roars, the poison too deep, but she is Grand. She has left her mark, her water rushing through my veins.
The mountains still stand, though tinged with metal. Its power growing, if anything, although it's conquered more and more everyday with the wealthy hands.
The sun still beats down, trying to warm the sand beneath my feet. No longer as vibrant as it once was, the smoke shielding the ground and the people