Desperate times in fish bones find and she is silent .

Sadness spent in raindrops time...

Her heart like sheets of ice.

The clouds are heavy today and curtain fogs blanket a lonely loam.

The old mother is content in her subject’s lugubrious squall.

Winds like whispering good-byes.

Her touch like river stones.

She stares at me…

There is enmity and pity in her eyes.

Home is everywhere and still it feels alone.

In guilt and envy, the gods premeditated man.

Crossing oceans for knowledge sake.

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