Dry Water
Dry Water
Deep within a centuries past, each drop evaporating; forbidden to last.
Words like sand falling through my mind, hitting the ground like cement, breaking each time.
Like tides of golden light, it never lasts forever, like the dark side of the moon, unknown and un-ventured.
Words like broken light bulbs, their power long forgotten, spilt and shattered and pollute the mind molten.
Like ink smeared across its thoughts, memorable to its brothers, lost in its wonder, fall within and sink below these distant and ghostly waters.
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I am an aspiring author/poet, I have a deep respect fo any form of the arts from music , painting and dancing. I too paint and draw. I consider myself an artist of the literary and canvas world, I'm a dreamer and I wish to inspire others as I create.
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