Sitting There
You sit at the horizon
a flesh made sundog
beautiful and breathtaking
yet just out of reach
posted by Iudex Yasha at 2:01 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
You sit at the horizon
a flesh made sundog
beautiful and breathtaking
yet just out of reach
posted by Iudex Yasha at 2:01 PM
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