Circus of Words
Eillya-MarĂ, Ringmaster
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Liberation
Blank
Like grains of sand
Colorless and uprooted
Drifting--
From shore to shore
Silent and calm
A warm blanket of nothing
Awaiting the coming--
Change,
Spread unto the horizon
Bathed in blue light.
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