The thunderclouds split their dome
In, the sun inhaling her warm vocals, out
She shines brightly on my new figure
Two mountains of vicious claws
Reduced to bare human hands
Lungs soften as the rain dissipated
It’s so easy to breathe
Shining so free
The evil, the twisted, confusion of a world so cruel
Fleeting compared to her frame
I retreat from my cave just to see
The spectacle unravels and shrinks to dust
The rubble and ash of yesterday, fluttering
These winding paths glow brighter
as she sings, still
About the Creator
Jose Arriaga
Poet and filmmaker. I love to craft stories that capture the beauty and absurdity of every day life.
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