The Valley I See a wound in the valley. A spreading rapid deterioration. Parasites eating away a flesh so wingedly. What a vile condition. A resemblance of hell from the highest peaks. Our resources are so unnatural, Cutting her so deep, I can hear her shriek Is there anything we can do at all? I have become a feeder to the virus. Is it by survival or by choice ? What has control on all of us? Stop and listen to her voice. Dancing sparkles are entertaining to the eye. But look real hard, It will make you cry. The bubbling sores they are! Her blood we drink, the denial we eat. Everyone has an answer, but the truth we never meet.
Reason for writing:
Night Skiing...What a view!
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