
ANCIENT ONE
How ancient one do
you stand lifeless, fingers curled,
gripping the wind that chills you?
They think they've slain me
with saw but, strong willed my roots
grow depths man cannot fathom.
2004 Karen Davies
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![]() ANCIENT ONE How ancient one do you stand lifeless, fingers curled, gripping the wind that chills you? They think they've slain me with saw but, strong willed my roots grow depths man cannot fathom. 2004 Karen Davies |
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