Waves rolling under iron-forged skies
clouds fighting to hold back the sun
but light seeps through and falls
becoming reflections that drift away on hidden tides
They passed by here
shimmering on stone-faced waves
and asked the way to Armageddon
then left over the white-crested landscape
in a rise and fall from summit to valley
their war drums echoing over the waters
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Sorry if my voice is a little raspy in the recording! I was at a soccer game and cheered a lot.
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8 responses to “Passing By”
Nah! Voice is all good
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Good to know! Thanks for listening (:
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This poem gives a sense of calmness… ✨✌️
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Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for commenting (: cheers!
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Hope they won! Your voice sounds great, but hot tea with a little honey will soothe your throat if it is sore still. ☕️
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They did! Part of the reason my voice was almost gone this morning… I took your advice though, and made some tea! Cheers (:
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Were you at the US – Mexico match?
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Yes! Got lucky enough to snag tickets since it was here in Denver. What a wild game…
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