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- Cedars In Rowley
Statues of concrete stand with their heads bowed
Wearing the scars of graffiti in shame
An empire once proud is now an urban wasteland
Bequeath your broken heart to your children
Streetlights bear golden halos upon gravel
The swell of Nature is buried beneath tarmac
Even the air is clogged with acrid smoke
From the cedars mourned only by the darkest clouds
Time has only wasted the acres of yesterday
Vines of old cannot reach their archaic pride
Under the hazardous ideals of progress
Lies the world we were once a part of
Bejn Jonathon Xander on Feb 7, 2010, 10:44 am
Thank you dear, I'm glad you liked it ;)
sisterjulia on Feb 6, 2010, 1:41 pm
It's like discovering treasure and more treasure reading this one Bejn, some excellent lines...including the title which is almost edible I like it so much! Wearing the scars of graffiti in shame Streetlights bear golden halos upon gravel From the cedars mourned only by the darkest clouds Under the hazardous ideals of progress Love the thoughts and images of these lines particularly