Thursday, March 10, 2011
I never wanted this desert
I never wanted this desert,
boundless land of un-plenty.
No words grow here,
not even a mirage
Beckoning
in the distance.
Only the night's
cold silence,
The wind
dissipating dreams.
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2 comments:
This has a sense of bleakness about it, as though vast space and a sense of deep contemplation are wrapped in your words.
Nice writing Kayin.
Oh nice. Pleasantly dark, but begging for some light.
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