Lost Oasis

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There is a quiet roar

echoing in a crowd

a clawing sigh exhaled

in void of emotion


tears dried in pools

of withered petals

dreams defied in terrors

of a stifled night


skin flayed with feathers

lips stained with whispers

heart broken in whole


her delicate strength 

flows into a mirage 


  1. Another wonderful piece that is ripe was imagery spun with your gift of metaphors. The last two lines though… They have me thinking, wondering… are you saying her strength is only a mirage? That people are seeing what they want to see in a shimmering facade?

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