When the crows fled the monsoon

02 Jul 2012

hellfire
the taste of salt
and blood
lingered
in the afterglow
shiny trinkets
scattered
hurriedly abandoned
upon gleaming shores
the air
wing swept
from all impurities
like the soothing
slight chilled voice
of rain
whispering
through the wreaths

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