Desplazado*
In the whirring wind
salted sands blow
tears to eyes
taunting that
former empathic self
safe in my compassion
for others
salted sands blow
tears to eyes
taunting that
former empathic self
safe in my compassion
for others
Desplazado
“See?” the echo whispers
whirling ceaselessly within
I easily moved as any other
chess piece of this cerulean
rounded board of marble
I was, and we all can be,
whirling ceaselessly within
I easily moved as any other
chess piece of this cerulean
rounded board of marble
I was, and we all can be,
Desplazado
at the whimsical flick of
Nature’s wave or breath or simple
shift of movement
Nature’s wave or breath or simple
shift of movement
Desplazado
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