I saw the sun descend
the painted bird wither
and I wept.
I saw a black snake
and a white snake
wrestle or make love
in a round pond
and I was amazed.
I heard the rain drops
beat like the throb of the earth drum
and you took me in
and made me a little less cold.
And in that make shift shelter of bones
and bark I came upon myself
as if in a cracked mirror.
I was still so far from home-
like a drowning fish.
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- Author: adamtodleverton ( Offline)
- Published: April 17th, 2022 03:59
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
well penned a great read 🙂
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