Tag Archives: Blood

Freedom Ringing

Not like a thunderstorm Is the sound of freedom ringing, But as quiet and as original As blood flowing through veins To and from hearts. But just like a thunderstorm Is the sight of freedom ringing, Flickering and waking a … Continue reading

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Dignity – A Tanka

sun tired of gray skies hides within the gold of trees life in perspective red and brown trace blood and land bareness minds our age to death Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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