behind storm eye throbbing
of poison thorn years
lurks still blue longings
fading behind washed denim
and duels drawing crimson
over fresh fallen snow
matching ash of her hair in
the brilliance of the rising sun
of the rising
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behind storm eye throbbing
of poison thorn years
lurks still blue longings
fading behind washed denim
and duels drawing crimson
over fresh fallen snow
matching ash of her hair in
the brilliance of the rising sun
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3 responses to “of the rising”
Some superb imagery in this piece, Michael. Relatable.
Thank you, Chris.
I agree with Chris below, just fantastic imagery.