Original as lightning slicing the clouds,
Imagination stretches like shadows at dawn,
Reaching beyond the limits of sight,
Grasping at the air in the one, the Nature.
The voice of the leaves as the wind moves through,
Whispering secrets very few can hear.
It brings thoughts formed from silence,
As ancient as beneath our feet, Nature.
In the branches above, where silence runs deep,
The structure of thought in the peace will sleep.
But in every leaf, in each stone and in every tree,
Language finds form, and the soul is set free,
Nature.
Dungeness by Raif N Lee (7R)
The earth must be flat; my barren expanse laid out bare,
Miles and miles of bleak, gunmetal skies.
Buffeting winds lash my face carrying shingle that glints malevolently under the watchful gaze of the sea.
It’s been days, yet wherever I glance, no ground has been covered; none.
I have no hope, just despair.
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