I A M T H E W A S T E L A N D Poem by Camelia Dragusin
I A M T H E W A S T E L A N D
A wintry wind blows in my soul
Greater than my own mournful requiem
For the unknown
Glorious and proud
Fierce companion of the uncoming storm
I am the wasteland and no living owns me
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,nature,self
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