empty desert –
the sound of a sandstorm
brewing in silence

Shared with Haiku Heights.

(’12, Nov 25)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

32 thoughts on “Desert”

    • Thanks, Pranita. Figuratively, it means an empty heart begins to start brimming with thoughts of negativity, like a storm brewing in silence.. 🙂

  1. Hi Leo. A scary thing- waiting for the unstoppable attack of the sandstorm
    I have not submitted anything this week, just going round, admiring – ♥

    • It would be, yes 🙁 but something I can imagine, though have never been to a desert. Hope you join in this week, with the Storm prompt 🙂

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