Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
Burning as bright as the sun.
Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
Burning as bright as the sun.
The sun sets.
A stunning watercolor effect paints the sky beautiful warm colors.
A last hurrah before disappearing over the horizon.
Then,
there is moonrise.
I am speechless.
All the bullshitting and lies
from our government.
OUR government.
They say that they are protecting us.
That's not what I see,
"Don't believe your eyes."
Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me.
Sometimes raging other times calm and slow.
Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam.
Blocking the flow,
Comments
What a gorgeous piece. Keep writing
Thank you!
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