Betrayed again by seasons. Silken streams of silver float knowingly across cool dreams of amber. Again. It's so cold. (The desert yawns, opens wide its fallow plains, consumes me.) Crow caws. It's so cold.
see...i thought about that, but what if i said hi and it made him really happy, because he looked lonely? either way, i doubt i will ever see him again. AND if he had hacked me to pieces, it woulda given someone a story to tell
nice poem... the sparse lines have a cold feel to them... and I like how you've bracketed the memory of the desert... cool effect...
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Desolate and existentially delicious. I can feel the cold. Bravo!
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restups.
rest up s!