an older one (freeverse)

violet hills swept blue
candescent hues of somber greens
valleys and archways reminiscant of past dreams
over in the horizon begins the road

i hear a quack from the shore
my body frozen more and more
sun bright; heat flashes in waves
thoughts fade within the days
only that remains: the shore and the blue,
all the water and the hue,
all this filth creeping, seething to be seen

what is this beauty but a dream

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sonnychasm

Literature, art, science, travel. Writing fiction, non-fiction, poetry. Always wrestling with language.

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