I dug for you in the deep rich soil, my hands plunging further and further into the ground, into the past, searching for traces of your soul, only to find a decayed, unreadable letter.
Tags: Cadence, Eric Stephenson, Poetry, The Deep Rich Soil
Eric Stephenson is the publisher and editor-in-chief of US Represented. He is also a contributing writer.
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