Wolves hurry
across the landscapes
fiery crops
burning high
Bosom utters not a sigh
crossing through the flames
Horses dive
through etheric lanes
shaking manes
hooves thunder
The moonlit sights a wonder
etched into our hearts
Two to grieve
My breast torn did heave
coils cleft
none bereft
They ask me now in pieces
crescent moon to leave
Reading of the poem:
Hills turn blue
vapour condenses
illusion
On white glass
my eye signs off a contract
with the moonlit shades
Harrowing
the sights of morrows
they swell slow
into mind
I reshape their existence
with might of the flow
Conducive
point of the return
Saddened eye
whispered end
stammers which the mind portends
that the soul now mends
Reading of the poem:
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