Nepalese Blue
The majesty, chaos and crieswhen life has fallen to dust
and I must, watch the eyes
of pain, separation and loss.
The cross to bear
and bare their souls
they will, stripped back
emotion and emotionless
visible, tangible.
What do I know?
A long distance observer,
a visitor long ago,
I recognize fallen places
and blue skies.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2015-07-08 at 22:56
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