seshat's blog post - Poetry

A cold hand on my forehead
pulls me back to reality

far away my eyes walked
wandered to the sun licked valleys
and blue stone heights
that only I know

flaxen hair hazel eyes
reminiscent of clouds with
golden linings

there’s a world of darkness
kneeling behind them
shivering with memory and premonition

but nevertheless with intangible light
worn, faded into
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