Peredyshka
and here we sit
once more
under the golden gaze
of Aurora
c
a
t
c
h
ing
one breath
after (what seems to be)
an unending race
with time
overhead
a swirl of sights and sounds
beckons to be heeded
but we hold our ground
taking time
to dust off our feet
before we once again
play catch-up
with the
t
a
i
l end
of the wind.
once more
under the golden gaze
of Aurora
c
a
t
c
h
ing
one breath
after (what seems to be)
an unending race
with time
overhead
a swirl of sights and sounds
beckons to be heeded
but we hold our ground
taking time
to dust off our feet
before we once again
play catch-up
with the
t
a
i
l end
of the wind.
Labels: Lacuna
