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Author: Silveralsa
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Drama/Spiritual - Published: 10-26-07 - Updated: 10-26-07 - Complete - id:2431028

Ravens

Trailing my hand

along the barren cliff,

the dirt crumbles under my fingers

in this desert valley wasteland.

Sitting on a rock

the wind whistles through the canyon,

echoing in the silence

ricocheting off my loneliness.

Night grows long

the moon a cold and pale friend,

rising in relentless heat,

the sun then beats me down.

Waiting in this place

faithfulness remembered,

every need is meet

as ravens bring me bread.



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