Watching the world without eyes can still be beautiful. 


I am but a carcass picked clean from all these vultures,

My bones signify the body I once possessed,

All my hopes rest on being grounded down so the grit and dust that remains can become free on the wind,

Throughout this I wait watching every sunrise and sunset,

My silhouette creating shade to comfort the creatures around me,

but my purpose has become obsolete,

the time will come when freedom will become my virtue

but untill that day i wait and watch the world slowly pass me by.
<a href=””>Grit</a&gt;

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