I come from the unkown

October 24, 2008
By Morgen Pack, Gualala, CA

I come from the smallest grain of sand
that washes over your feet in the ocean
I come from the bloodshed of wars
as heroes die and losers survive
I come from the crack as rock hits rock
creating a collision that rings in your mind
I come from the metallic glimmer of metal as the sun hits it
blinding you in its heat
I come from the gravelly voice of autumn
when leaves change color in an endless cycle
I come from the single spray of a perfume bottle
a misty scent that clings to your skin
I come from the unknown
the window to what may be

The author's comments:
I hope that readers will see and feel each image. I wrote it while seeing each one in my mind and I really hope that others do too.

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