he walked
a dusty path,
weary feet,
squinted eyes searching
through the horizon
of a sun burning low.
flower petals
of memories fell
softly to his feet.
there is nothing
beautiful here,
except the whispered
prayers
that he breathed softly
upon those delicate petals
and
let them drift away
onto the wind.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
he walked
a dusty path,
weary feet,
squinted eyes searching
through the horizon
of a sun burning low.
flower petals
of memories fell
softly to his feet.
there is nothing
beautiful here,
except the whispered
prayers
that he breathed softly
upon those delicate petals
and
let them drift away
onto the wind.
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