Many a death
Under the trampling feet
As the steed of summer
Takes on its fierce flight
The rising dust paint on
The green a rusty brown
The life flow alive freezes
At the threshold of breath
The girdled pulses burn
The carrier veins from
The whorls of re-cycling
Life water’s vortex
sarala
(again a prompt one using words – flight, pulse, paint, alive, death, recycle, burn, freeze, rust and dust)
Visceral and evocative.
Thank you Louis 🙂
Impressive by the weight it carries.
That means a lot 🙂
Life water’s vortex ! beautiful..
Thanks Maaya 🙂 I actually meant how mankind destroys nature’s water cycle which is vital for life on earth.. in all ways it is life water 🙂