as earth cleanses itself
blusterous winds howl
witless souls run from their souls
with nowhere special to go
with the gloaming came
silence
darkness, and
dread
silence of refuge
silence of silence
earth spins without grief
© Eugenia Hoffman
image source – Pexels
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Earth sound without grief, this is an excellent poem
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Thank you, Sadje! 💖
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You’re welcome 😉
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Oh wow – fabulous write!
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Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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A wondrous piece of imagery Eugenia..
Yes we are refugees of earth, as she silently and continuously spins, no matter the directions of the winds that fill the earthlings sails. 💙🌏
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Thank you, Ivor!
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