So much wind and water nowadays,
can't see the earth around you
The flame inside, straddled,
flickers here and there
without ever getting anywhere
An ethereal voice,
humming with the breeze,
imaginary,
as most creatures in this time,
whispers:
"A storm is coming
A storm is coming
A storm is coming..."
The leaves have fallen
long ago
Every moment
holds it's breath
until,
after a fleeting eternity,
the next one comes around
Nothing moves
2 comments:
...but that was yesterday.
haha, actually I even rote this one the evening/night before
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