down within the glance of the charred old moonlight
the voices of kindness remain sorrowful and silent
their whispers morph to subtle symphonies
too frail to acknowledge the fate their destiny paints so well
echoes of hope bombard the rippling silence within galactical destinies
leaving only the sun to gently soothe what is left of the world.
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Fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Hello friends!
I am a quirky teenager, lover of books, music and theatre. I am happy.
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Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear - Edgar Allen Poe
Consider this a doorway to my mind and soul.
I hope you enjoy ❤️
Can You Drive a Ford Fiesta Through a Desert?
I’m flying down the B1 highway from Windhoek to Keetmanshoop with a map and a boot full of camping gear. I’m excited for the first stop of my Namibian road trip: the Quiver Tree Forest. I spot the sign and turn onto the C17, off the tarmac and onto the gravel. I’ll be there soon; it’s only ten miles or so. I am unprepared for what comes next. The car slides and slips across the road. I am not fully in control anymore. I slow to a crawl. The car judders and shudders, the noise deafening, the vibrations rattling the teeth in my skull. It takes me around an hour to drive the ten miles. I arrive at the campsite relieved to be in one piece, even if it feels like all my bones have been shaken slightly out of place. I will later learn that this is what happens when the gravel road becomes “corrugated”, and that the roads authority goes round once a week to “grade” them. Seems I arrived about 6 days after the grader had last been round.
By Jenifer Nim5 days ago in Wander
Comments (2)
There is such great imagery in this. "Charred old moonlight" is just great and the idea of the sun being the only thing left to soothe the world? Heartbreaking. Desolation is what I get from this and a forgotten people. Despite the sadness, I loved this.
Short but impactful, lol be my sensei XD