The Sorrow of the Storm

Elephant fell down
upon murky ground,
electrified; stunned
by the human race - 
in all its stupidity,
and in all its grace.

Tortured remains
live; still,
upon her beautiful face.
Neither dignified, nor kind,
of the fact
that she was still alive.

Blood remains weak, yet
pungent,
decaying of all beliefs.

''I live strong within the ether,
gather me through all that you perceive.

I am here, I am still,
and my will, 
is all I have.''

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Fragile hands, dig deep
within this land.


''There is nothing to be afraid of.''


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