![]() I QUITA Poem by Sahara MistNotched iron and carbon slithered upon creamy white plains Heartache blossomed as an illustrious stream materialized Pretty roses plummet and dash And I kneel in it Light cascading through emptiness… …emptiness becoming something… Darkness mushroomed in the distance And with it mortality enfolded my overlying existence But is there peace in death? © 2016 Sahara Mist |
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