Dust

Posted on by anna christ

Holding my breath as the dust of the dead is travelling by the strong desert wind

falling in my tea bowl resuming its body again in my own

clinging again to empty promises dreams of freedom unending desires

and idols of horror

untamed by fear the flower blooms on a rock today…

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...