I’ve lost what I didn’t have;
wind in my hair,
a heat wave over the shifting sands.
…your shadow.
a drop of water, evaporated from my skin.
a hope…,
drowned in the howling of a solitary beast
at the moonless night.
the last hope of the yesterday…
the broken night heals
with tight scars.
roots of the tree
will vine its escape
through the ribcage,
grow and blossom again
with transparent flowers
of a new day.© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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