Cure
Asphalted snakes and stripes
carry us to the destinations
unplanned.
Wilderness preserved,
The heat in the
woods was natural,
to the season at hand.
And the plight to quench
the thirst ,arose its napping
head for a look.
Heat melded moments
held thier place
at that time.
Protected by natures
silence.
Succumbed too
by the souls appetite
for subdued feelings.
And peace arrives.
Quiet contemplation is
fulfilled , this suspended
moment elapses
into the next.
Only to fade into
the unspoken thought
of loss...
upon departure.
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