VignetteA Poem by kdbryant
She was as fearless
as a lioness prowling in a sub-Saharan savanna; it was the last time I saw her whole. Like a dream, the world I knew evaporated into tiny particles of dust, making it impossible to hold on - to the past. * We were young and the seeds of cynicism had not yet been planted " our existence grew in the roots of impulse and idealism. We owned the moment, and that’s all that mattered. * Sometimes I miss her so much that I kayak across the peninsula, chasing her memory in a storm. I close my eyes and imagine that she is somewhere " beyond the clouds " beyond the thunder " beyond the rain smiling down on me. © 2013 kdbryant |
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1 Review Added on August 5, 2013 Last Updated on August 5, 2013 AuthorkdbryantAlbertville , ALAboutA young writer just trying to get started in life. Trying to stay inspired and hopefully share that inspiration with as many people as I can. more..Writing
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