Dawn
That smell
Of something cooked
Cooking
With nostrils flared
I looked about
And found
My soul
Sizzling
On near molten rocks
At my feet…
Of something cooked
Cooking
With nostrils flared
I looked about
And found
My soul
Sizzling
On near molten rocks
At my feet…
3 comments:
that is AMAZING! your soul sizzling on near molten rocks...ahhh...
Novel
What a lovely metaphor.
Ouch! phew,
get it off please.
This is really just very striking. Thank you.
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