seeing through tomorrow

Another rising
warms
stirring purple
stillness
seeing through
the inching fog
hugs these
falling seconds
beautiful
blending of
tomorrow’s
ghosts
something to fill
hollow spaces
where
my little sounds
once danced
now searches
for meaning
beneath
the stones.

Stones in the desert

 

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