Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Cleaning Space for the Cement Forest

My grandparents cultivated the land
Loved it, lived it, it is not here
Not even the memories
Drifting along the too fast too long
Tracks of modern cruel cold pushy
Comfortable easy life...
Citrus grove by the Mediterranean
Grew into towers,

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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