an afternoon

woke up an afternoon,

felt the earth go round,

saw the sun go down , 

down to the horizon 

and into the ground.

Smelled the tasteless wind,

inhaled all the will ,

that had been floating around,

swiftly moving past my senses

quietly without a sound.


  • Cheeky Missy

    I like it. It paints an interesting picture.

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