No one to talk too
My mouth is sore from being shut
My brain spinning with thought
I'd talk to the stars,
Even they didn't show up
The desert skies of royal hazey colors
New grounds for me
For others discovered
Through long plight before me
Spirits endlessly struggling
To bask
Alone
Under the hazey royal indigo
Desert skies
Enlightened wolves
Darkness despise
A free flow poem :)
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