Our Sunset
LIFE FLOWS FROM ME WITH EACH EXHALATION OF BREATH
TEARS WATER THE ARID DESERT OF MY SOUL.
THE WIND HOWLS THRU THE SKELETAL REMAINS OF MY BEING
AND DUST, DUST, DUST PORTRAYS ME.
A SNEEZE, THE LAVING OF HANDS, SHAKING OF SHEETS AND I AM NO MORE.
THE RED OF SUNSET SHOWS SO MANY SOULS.
Copyright © Gregory Cox | Year Posted 2010
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