Song of the Lark
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Song of the Lark

Haunting As Ever

Micropoetry

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How can I grow
if I never let
my roots run deep?

The land is barren
and haunting as ever,
revealing no life to me.

How can I reach
for the wonders
beyond me,
if I have not been
steadfast in the midst
of everything
that seeks to tear me down?

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Poetry, musings, and personal essays by Lark Morrigan

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Lark Morrigan

Lark Morrigan

Poet, essayist, sci-fi/fantasy writer, eclectic music junkie, & artist at heart. Lyrical soul. larkmorrigan.com

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