Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

urge

08 August 2013

urge

 

lightning smiles

as

darkness drizzles

 

into storm.

Drums

begin to pound.

 

Old rhythms,

so

strange, familiar.

 

I listen

as

it calls to me

 

but answer

not

the primal urge.

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8 August, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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