Language of Trees
fiction and poetry from the earth
Sunday, January 30, 2011
When the Sun Falls
When I sleep
I know you are there
with the world,
brothers and sisters
in my dreams of unity
And when the day comes
and I do not find them
safe and full of hope,
are you still there
behind the smoke and ash?
Be there tomorrow,
come back with your promise
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