CALAMITY… a poem

Foot Prints on Desert during Daytime
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Something flooded

Into the empty space

A space I once called home

A solo soul

Lost to the wind

Calamity, across the plains blown


How can I ever find purchase, again

In a world

Become roughened and hued

Faith, I abandoned

Like dried out leaves

From a tree of winterized blue


Yet, there is still hope

To be found deep inside

Never was it lost, I dare

A spectrum of light

To guide me from night

As simple as heartfelt prayer

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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