Here, in this landlocked terrain
The winds are vicious dragons
Howling in revenge and,
Shoving clouds across the Sun

Trees succumb; doors rattle
Every inch will soon be covered
In a dust, ancient and immortal

Nothing will wash away

And nothing will remain wet
People will be blown away
Cattle would starve for fear of roaming
With the winds

Stones and rocks will fly
Until the mountain is
Erased of its monument

Life will beg for mercy
A little still
A little quiet


About Runa

With words you can reveal, hide, confuse, clarify, rule, beg, love, hate. In speech words live momentarily and die with the moment. In writing, they are immortalised and in being unspoken and unwritten, they become omnipotent: God like. My words here could have remained unspoken. Could have. They're immortal and that's enough. View all posts by Runa

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