Indigo on the horizon
Cauliflower clouds
Drawn childlike
Merely touch ups
On this ancient artwork
Like a desert backdrop
I wait for the curtain to fall
To end this dream
And here lies
The beauty of reality
The reality of beauty
Am I afraid to take another step
For fear of falling off this stage?
I am but a spectator
In this production
One descending particle
Over sandstone cliffs
Where wild mustangs roamed
~
Gabriella joins the team at dVerse and inspired us to write a travel poetry piece.
This view will be forever imprinted in my brain along with the
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