Hues of soft flame
burning through the sky.
Pink whispers.
Orange bleeding through.
Blues fade—
clouds turn.
Then
midnight
takes it all.
And I stay
to watch it
become something else.
Tag: naturephotography
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WATCHING IT CHANGE
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UNEARTHED
Deep with rage
the soul rots between the bones.
Voices fade.
Words disappear.
Sleep comes—
never gently.
Standing alone in the forest,
the ground underneath
swallowing me whole.
I escape morning
After night
has unearthed my bones.


