Poetry

Sands

Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on

Piled high,

paper in every print,

sifting through where time was spent,

aware, out of body experience,

remembrance, days won’t come back, they never did when wished for, won’t come back now,

those bridges burned,

life like the wind with fire fuel, endless ’til the sands die down.

Emily C. Poésie © 2018

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. Nathi says:
    April 16, 2018 at 8:27 am

    Your words evoked something deep within me….

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    1. spokenwords1979 says:
      April 16, 2018 at 9:01 am

      I’m glad. They spilled out easily.

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  2. chrisnelson61 says:
    May 4, 2018 at 2:22 pm

    Some lovely imagery here.

    Like

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    1. spokenwords1979 says:
      May 4, 2018 at 2:23 pm

      I appreciate your feedback very much :).

      Liked by 1 person

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      1. chrisnelson61 says:
        May 4, 2018 at 2:25 pm

        You’re welcome.

        Liked by 1 person

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