Arid
I see death
the form of a tree
Dry, brittle, next to a river
bed writhing in motes
of dust
A ballet of breeze
Time swirls
the arid world
unseen
Comments
This is superb Desmond simple in its texture and words , yet so rich in all that its says.
Love it
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DESMOND CHILDS
Thu 13th Jun 2019 21:02
Thank you Martin for your comments, much appreciated, glad you love it. Thank you Jennifer for the like.
All the best des