the untitled

desert eyes
of dust devils
biting
not unlike
turbulence within
restless
haunted soul
walks
dark alleys
in her mind
searching always
compassion’s touch
warm tea
in the kitchen
light
darkness rises
falls away
saddened by loss
and yet
can stop
with wonder
the momentary
bloom.

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