By Charles Robert Lindholm
The earth knows
she’s sick of us
volcanos cough
a rain of tears
the wind blows
and the earth knows
she has a cold
She longs
for by gone days
when there was no haze
only lingering fog
and misty mornings
that vanish
with a smile from the sun
she longs for by gone days
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