Burnt fingers
sand white sand like,
water deserted arid land
locked lips,
sun beaten
winter pricked shattered skin by,
heart beat
supple waves in lifeless oceans far away,
grey hair
ash dust settled on coal field,
veins line
splits run on mountain wide,
pearled eyes
leaf holding morning dew,
a broken flute
the only clue,
blows true
the flute, like eye lash wish
What you hear
is a story untold
a life yet to unfold
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