A Walk Poem by The Muse

A Walk

Rating: 5.0


Long strides
Rushing wind
Streaming tears
Pangs within

Searing pain
Wet eyelashes
Hooded head
Slower pace

Deep breaths
Dried eyes
billowing hair
Empty gaze

All is well
World spins
clear head
begin again

Wednesday, December 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: resurrect
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