April 30, 2010
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Charred wood,
Blackened soil,
Encompassing the ruined barn.
Oxblood sky,
Suffocating the land.
Lifeless trees line the valley,
Branches sprawled—
Reapers of a better time.
Raven caws in the silence,
Scouring the land,
Searching for lost souls.
Wooden cross
Stands motionless:
Relic of a dying age.

Vibrant green,
A sliver of hope,
Peeking through
Scorched earth.
Sunlight pierces the ashen veil,
Illuminating stagnant pastures.
A fawn—weak-kneed and innocent
Ventures out.
Timid steps,
Cautionary pioneer.
Slowly life returns,
Radiating hope of Rebirth.

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timevampire This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 20, 2010 at 11:03 am
This is great 5 stars for you ::)
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