Little Death

cliff 2

Mons Klint, Denmark

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As if it knows me —

Lost to moments of late summer’s beauty,

I feel it and it feels so right.

A soul, an aura, a heart, a pulse;

so late, so late, so late.

 

Flames of wind sear my back;

behind, above, ahead —

uncertainty.

Sun blinds, likens me to energy,

molten, scorching, crisp.

 

The slightest spray of cooling surf drives me to the edge.

Fly to fall, fall to fly…

I dive —

 

Let the tides run through me,

come like torrents of gushing rain.

 I am just beneath the surface of a pool of sky.

 

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Thank you for reading, wish you a great weekend ~

Kelly xoxo

 

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