land-sliding
down the slopes of the mountains
the flesh of the earth
torn apart
roots
drunken with the air and sun
- one can almost hear
their outcry
these things
longing to be
somewhere else
than they are
land-sliding
down the slopes of the mountains
the flesh of the earth
torn apart
roots
drunken with the air and sun
- one can almost hear
their outcry
these things
longing to be
somewhere else
than they are