La Tarta
They call it la tarta.
Layer on layer
of lava
that ran down
so long ago.
I was surprised
by the sheet of white,
so different
than the otherwise
black and red
striped on the wall.
What made the white?
Ash of long dead trees?
Or ash of other dead?
But I was afraid to ask.
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Life Nature Death
PoetryEnchanting, Haunting, Dangerous. Be prepared for the truths of life, the laughs you'll need in between, and a fulfilling adventure through this randomly assorted poetry collection.
