Saturday, March 25, 2017

Rumination

a channel in the mind, specifically carved out
for thoughts to flow with ease, for them to tickle a
soul, make them question something they'd never
doubt. whirlwinds, leaves struggling to hold on to
branches, gusts swirling, uprooting trees and
letting rumination run wild. howling emerging
from shady hollows, whispers embedded, soft
croons, invisible yet possible to detect. skies
that darken in hue, morphing from golden to stormy
purple, clouds that hang lower, threatening to strike
lightning and burn the ground, ignite the green into
a fiery red. threatening to roar thunder, until its
bellow coalesces with the howls, deafening,

incapacitating.

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