these steel cut shores
carved in black sand
whisper hush of tides
and heavy of storms.
'black rain comes.'
more slight than whisper,
more ragged than thorn.
hand grasps of hand,
lingers as wraiths
for which are known.
shards, iv
One response to “shards, iv”
The two lines starting with “more than” are so haunting.
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