The slight wind
The hot sand
Hugging onto my warm legs,
Should be calming and serene
Yet my mind feels no rest.
The still air
The cold dirt
Covering all my freezing sides,
Ought to make me cry and panic
Yet my mind feels no fright.
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Author:
Claudia (
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Comments4
A very interesting stance. Detached and defiant, but with subtlety. Love it!
a calming moment to the next life
Your strength will keep you going to the wonder that awaits for you Claudia.
Andy
beautifully succinct and vividly worded
so enticingly poetic,
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing dear poet
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