Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Poetry 1 - Breath



Words,
breath in mist,
fall to the ground
devoured by hungry mud.

Whispered prayer,
floating on breezes of dreams imagined,
laying hold of naked outstretched arms
clinging with every letter
to this rooted certainty.


LG – 9/1/2020
(Photo cred: MrsLG)


Posted originally on My Mini Stories.

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