“The Last Of The Monsoon, 2014” Image by kenne
Take hope
desert land,
sleeping sun
blinks
behind the
clouds.
Dark light,
you wink
at me,
fading sky,
blue heaven,
summer night.
Souls hiding
in red passion
echoes
of late love
heard in
distant voices.
My soul
is ripe
in mystery,
an illusion
grounded
in thought.
Night’s here
pushing down
under desert
trees
dependent on
water
left behind.
— kenne
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