Wash Over Me

Along the hills comes…
comes…
faint…
imagery of…
no…

notions…
yes.

~Emotional filaments~

I…
grasp, hoping…
words alight…
rushing out through my fingertips.

How good it feels.

A…
kind release, flushing out the distressing shadows.

© 2013 by DC Lessoway

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