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The Shadows Of The Hills
the shadows of the hills
cast themselves upon the body of the running rivers
they hope to run with them
they wish to escape to the boundless sea
the hills are unmoved
they are all silent and numb
the sun comes angrily at noon and
then decides to annihilate the unwanted
someone so fat and ugly under the tree shows
with all glee about the death of the hills' shadows
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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