Death Day
217 Words
Shadows retreat, lost to longing. Longing for cool. Longing for night. Longong for rain.
Sand whispers secrets. Each step is a quiet sigh. Rain dreams dissolve into burning dust as we walk through hard sand. Thirsty earth breaks beneath shoes into fractured tongues. We pray for rain. We pray for the end of sunlight.
Shadows retreat, cloaked in sorrow. Waiting resonates in parched echoes. Heat nestles heavily at the fringe. Clouds linger, muted in thoughts of rain
The promise of rain wavers. Skies tease with clouds that go nowhere. The earth cracks, a silent, longing prayer. We wait for rain.
Heat sleeps heavy on the
The desert breathes slow, unwavering.
The sky hangs laden with hush. Laden with dinkight and death.
Through the Desert
Across dunes where shadows whisper faint,
The soul fights thirst, a ceaseless march.
A mirage mocks with fragile grace,
Yet dreams persist though skies combust.
Heat sculpts resolve, each grain a trial,
Underburned hope in blistered twilight,
The dry wind hums an ancient hymn,
Our fading breath still dares to sing.
Pray for the promise of rain.
Dream the end of sunlight.
Whisper amongst eachother for the break of icy dead.
Dead moon. White and blue knife cresent. Nothingness. Tonight no stads we pray and dream and whisper. Nothing. Just he and I.
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