Smells like
a dry winter
out there.
Snow glistens
in grey light,
and empty branches
grab at the last
weak rays of sun
like hungry hands.
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Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"
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"Empty Branches...like hungry hands". I hope you know that is excellent writing. Such a good job.
ReplyDeleteA cool description here. Made me shiver.
ReplyDeleteOh, totally know that feeling. Roll on the winter solstice!
ReplyDeleteVery well crafted..!!
ReplyDeletekeep Writing My Dear.. :)
Glad to Land at your fantastic poetry land today,
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