August 22, 2016

Bristled badlands flora bows
Beneath the foot of men

Crispy air
Waning Luna’s guide
Atop the summit near

Cross-legged and slouched
Where only dust grows
A regretful question calls

Interrupting vain contemplation
the smell of sage in bloom
Look upon, horizon far
No godless lights pollute

Knots of absence
Where eagles fly
Calm consumed the land

but within the skin
peace dares not enter
turmoil that plagued
since youth

Pleading to
The calm surround
I hunger for the sweet
To seep into my soul

Salty raindrop
Down my cheek
Melancholy’s prisoner
Barters for release

Three… two… one
Cleansed through breath
Wet lashes flutter
And vision for I see

Ten-thousand diamonds 

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laurengenevieve said...
Aug. 23, 2016 at 1:37 pm
Incredible! The description really makes you feel the story as you read.
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