With every passing second more of the fog clears
each breath sweeter than the last
filling scarred lungs and soothing, healing
Here is the aftermath of a long journey
through lands forbidden and desolate
leading to the beyond, and this moment
standing at the edge of nothing and everything
with the taste of memory still on my tongue
watching for a sign of what waits further on
to a dream where no road leads but mine
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So, this Solar Winds hack thing seems like a pretty big deal…
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5 responses to “Aftermath”
This is a really beautiful poem, although bleak in some ways the visuals are just stunning Mitch, and I love the following lines:
“standing at the edge of nothing and everything
with the taste of memory still on my tongue”
Hope you are well and staying safe. I have not heard about the solar winds hack but I will be looking it up now. You have an amazing day my friend. Stay safe, hugs Joni
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Thank you Joni! Sorry it took me so long to reply, I’ve been terrible at that lately. Hope you’re doing well, too! Cheers (:
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Yes we are thank you my dear friend. Sending you well wishes and blessings. So wonderful to hear from you. Hugs and love ❤️ Joni
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A poem to savor!
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Much appreciated (:
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