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Uncolored mood…

uncolored mood

Everything shutdown
the wind wouldn’t tell,
a vagueness held
the shadows
in unresponsive swell…

And her flesh
bode heavily,
in drab uncolored mood,
no messages to ponder,
her voice was unmoved…

She felt her bones
grow weary,
her breath was giving in,
like the ending of an era,
time withered her skin…

Would she reemerge
from the umbra
from perceptions
against scorching extinction,
would her cry be heard?

Art courtesy of Facebook…


I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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