Monday, 14 December 2015

The Wait

The wait
There's such romance here, he said,
See those undulating dunes, riding the winds?
Life is made up of these things, the wind,the ride, the wings!!
The sands scare me, she said,
I always wonder what they hide beneath?
And each time I set a foot forward,
it's as if they'd suck me within,
She looked at him with beseeching eyes,
liquid as the rain that rose therein,
He, didn't see, he'd walked away,
Astride the wind.
She waits,
it's been an eon since...
-Vinny
8/12/15

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