The Earth’s Cry


I could hear the wind blowing,
a soft, soft sound.
A single moment it went
but it felt like an eternity, the way I heard her cry.
I felt my heart torn asunder, felt my soul razed to ashes.
But once it was gone I felt
empty, hollow,
as if the cry had emptied me dry.
And then she cried again:
I felt consumed by the sound, ravaged and destroyed by the sorrow.
I uttered a cry mirror to hers as my heart overflowed.
Then I lay on the earth,
looking up at the darkening sky watching stars,
listening to the earth's cry,
as my heart slowly stops beating, keeping rhythm with the earth
as she died.

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