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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #835316

A sitting in silence, watching life roll by.

Tumbleweeds


Scratching whispers on the land
like soulmates for the wind;
rustling hints from yesterday
and collecting remnants
for tomorrow.

Tumbleweeds are in my thoughts,
leftovers swirling,
thirsty doorways to dreams,
they disappear on the horizon.

Almost hushed
but not forgotten,
a silent prayer for their return.
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