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Air
(Listening to Phoenecia – Melfad)
Some curtain of
Air
Sheep
Herding
Eyes for
Sun
Lost;
Cascading
Falls
Etching
Closer to
Bluer
Skies
And the
Rocks are all
Polished by the
Torrential
Moon
Lashing
Their
Humbling
Resides all about…
Echoing in the
Background,
Only
Part of its
Brilliance
Divvied up by
Rain.
Some curtain of
Air
Sheep
Herding
Eyes for
Sun
Lost;
Cascading
Falls
Etching
Closer to
Bluer
Skies
And the
Rocks are all
Polished by the
Torrential
Moon
Lashing
Their
Humbling
Resides all about…
Echoing in the
Background,
Only
Part of its
Brilliance
Divvied up by
Rain.
Published 11th Jan 2019
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11th Jan 2019 4:19am
beautiful
Cascading
Falls
Etching
Closer to
Bluer
Skies
i love the idea of water going out over cliffs and trying to jump closer to the sky.
Rocks are all
Polished by the
Torrential
Moon
Lashing
Their
Humbling
Resides all about…
Moon is the mother rock after all: she lashes, reduces, and makes them her five hundred quadrillion army- sand soldiers. humbling resides, insidious intents. sahara creeping, in eyes, down swim shorts.
Cascading
Falls
Etching
Closer to
Bluer
Skies
i love the idea of water going out over cliffs and trying to jump closer to the sky.
Rocks are all
Polished by the
Torrential
Moon
Lashing
Their
Humbling
Resides all about…
Moon is the mother rock after all: she lashes, reduces, and makes them her five hundred quadrillion army- sand soldiers. humbling resides, insidious intents. sahara creeping, in eyes, down swim shorts.
