my swords… my wounds…
my slowly bleeding life…
a few drops of rain
trapped in the cobweb.
the thunder resonates
and rainbow drinks my eyes.
wind rustles through the wheat
and settles by my feet.
barefooted spirits of the plains,
my long forgotten friends,
kneel by the puddle of me.
o blessed emptiness,
embrace me,
let me rest.
~c:NKO 1/21/13
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