Log Cabin Chronicles



Violet lilacs grow from the fissures
Of stones where her tears had fallen
On an amber night of abject silence
On a night when the language of lies was refused
Her tears relinquished the stones
From their imprisonment of stillness
Caused them to shake violently
Crack open
Their hearts bled violet in the moon's wind

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