Deeply

~Deana J. Tavares 

The words of the ages

The ageless

Nameless

Faceless

She…heard…them

 

Cutting through the vastness

Doggy paddling

Through an ocean of callousness

Traipsing through fields of introspection

Repeatedly

Changing direction

She…Heard…Them

 

Through the clovers and stalks of wheat

Whispering

Through the pines

The litter-filled streets

 

Yelling

From atop anthills

Dust covered miles

Piercing chills

 

Captured

Within the lightning’s flash

Hailing down

Upon her

At last

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