Friday, August 17, 2012

I Wish For Snow In Mid-August (Short Story Slam Week 25)

Hard as the concrete beneath the horse's feet,
The hands of the clouds trample
the beach, pressing the
Speechless time,
Hearts Blaze,
Bleaching clouds hugely
enchant the sky with carved pith,
Stillness refreshes the steamy afternoon,
No birds is seen slicing the space,
Unspoken thoughts,
Firm footstep...

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