violet sky soft feather wind
on shore at the foot of the valley
cactus tufts where birds will nest
upon the arrival of the spring
i like the granules of sand
monochromatic browns and blacks
the tiny pebbles silent lay
in them frozen codes of time
and how i got to be here
in a universe so universal
bowing my head
mantra in brain
sacred sounds surround the plains
my thoughts interrupted
as a dusty Slurpee cup blows by
words less spoken 
Such a breathtaking and tender poetic write my friend. 🙂
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That’s an excellent piece.
“the tiny pebbles silent lay
in them frozen codes of time”
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Thank you Poetess 💜
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My pleasure Poetess
xoxo
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Love the last line keepin’ it real.
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True story I was kinda bummed out
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