*I still remember the sound of that stillness
Gentle, careful like a lullaby
caressing the dust rising and falling on my skin
The warm sky sang her broken songs
blew her ***** May winds through the village
ever so passionately
The sun shone dark by the dying river
he wept silently his purple evening tears
into the narrow streams underneath
The fragrance of that temple, hard to forget,
Hard to leave behind anything but pondering footsteps..
Yet I walked
into the womb of that scent
forgetting my age old fears
of facing the friction of time,
of dreams, of hope,
of separation.
I collapsed onto the bare earth before I entered
and stared at the air uncouthly
like a barbarian
Moaning, singing, breathing in ecstasy
that old familiar temple fragrance*
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
*I still remember the sound of that stillness
Gentle, careful like a lullaby
caressing the dust rising and falling on my skin
The warm sky sang her broken songs
blew her ***** May winds through the village
ever so passionately
The sun shone dark by the dying river
he wept silently his purple evening tears
into the narrow streams underneath
The fragrance of that temple, hard to forget,
Hard to leave behind anything but pondering footsteps..
Yet I walked
into the womb of that scent
forgetting my age old fears
of facing the friction of time,
of dreams, of hope,
of separation.
I collapsed onto the bare earth before I entered
and stared at the air uncouthly
like a barbarian
Moaning, singing, breathing in ecstasy
that old familiar temple fragrance*
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