Sunday, April 12, 2015



They sleep all winter.
Enemy from within.
They are faceless,
it is hard to tell
who’s who.
They wake up in early spring.
They break the ground
and show their faces to the world
one by one.
The earth opens
to let them out.
It has no choice.
At dawn
our world is changed
and we must thread softly
because they own this meadow

NaPoWriMo Day 12
2015 April PAD Challenge, Day 12

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