Vacant stares
Swirling thoughts
Twinkling stars
Gurgling stream
Placid moon
Dense trees
Pathless
Tangle of leaves
Desperation
Cuts, wounds
And marks
Deserted beaches
Passive ocean
Cloudless sky
Sand in toes
Lull in the air
Aimless
Barren land
Directionless
Sameness
No guide
Abstract
Dragging of feet
Dying of sun
Mist surrounds
Coldness
Alone
Call of the wind
Rushing breath
Burning passion
Running legs
Destination?
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poézia"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
