Barefoot,
stripped of all things,
leaning against a sunset,
wet wind in my wings.
Fresh
muted clouds approaching,
hollow my mind,
body is at peace.
Inattention to
the storm brewing,
I stand my ground,
no care or worry.
Unannounced, the scent
whispers too sweet,
a mystery of change
awaiting me.
Treading the space
in the colors of my psyche,
I'm not afraid,
but lucid and ready.
Concocting this mirage
that appears too vividly,
the rainbow that shined
now drowns in white sea.
Barefoot,
I'm stripped of all things.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 2:15 PM UTC
Barefoot,
stripped of all things,
leaning against a sunset,
wet wind in my wings.
Fresh
muted clouds approaching,
hollow my mind,
body is at peace.
Inattention to
the storm brewing,
I stand my ground,
no care or worry.
Unannounced, the scent
whispers too sweet,
a mystery of change
awaiting me.
Treading the space
in the colors of my psyche,
I'm not afraid,
but lucid and ready.
Concocting this mirage
that appears too vividly,
the rainbow that shined
now drowns in white sea.
Barefoot,
I'm stripped of all things.
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