I remember the soaring notes flying above us all. Looking down on us before the fall from a cliff into a desert,
sprawled.
Solemn words scrawled like a glyph into the sands of time where footsteps are pressed and blessed rhymes cling to our minds, leaving us enthralled,
awed.
Flowing ripples and longing thoughts grasping for the way across to rivers, to oceans with melodic provoking storms raining down upon us
all.
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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This has biblical symbology in the being thrust into a desert, the solemn words scrawled (commandments on tablets of stone) crossing rivers of Moses parting the waters. Or maybe I'm just being over focused. A good read
My subconscious may have made an appearance. I was picturing an eagle flying, sands and water flowing...
Maybe my subconscious reading in as well.
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