barefoot in the grass
I stand before you
stripped of identity
no judgment passed
planted in the grass
not a tree
a tumbleweed
waiting for your winds to change
waiting...
considering the paths
for us to take
you look across
the valley of the shadows
I don't see it
but I hear a match
grass beneath your feet
engulfed in fire
planted firmly
before you
I'm waiting...
Author notes
Inspired by http://lensart.mhost.ru/picturecontent-pid-22e62.jpg
A contest entry
- ....and as we wind on down the road, our shadows taller than our souls...there was a lady we all know..... by JinSays.
1006 points, ended October 2, 10 entries
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Comments
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oh, I just love this one too. There's a lovely type of reality here that is very easy to fit into, wrap around myself. Thank you for taking the time to enter this contest. I wish you all the best.
love,
jin -
beautiful write,truly a good job, i liked it a lot and will be back to read more soon.
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