Plume
Gossamer wisps
bloom in the barren air.
Tendrils vainly clutch for earth
as they twirl and drift skywards.
Dissipating into the beyond,
leaving only faint spectres of scent.
bloom in the barren air.
Tendrils vainly clutch for earth
as they twirl and drift skywards.
Dissipating into the beyond,
leaving only faint spectres of scent.
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Author's Note
A short poem from my first collection, Nature In Exile.
Other stories by Hazem Tagiuri
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This has a simple, spare, spiritual quality that I really like. Very nice!
Thanks, Charlotte!