orange sand

shape your mind;

with the blessing of


in a world; now – what spins

madly, in ways too hard to touch

for what burns; with eagerness

and might

a quality; you grasp no control of –

yet, this place

is too –

soft to mend,

it slips through

finely meshed cheesecloth,

as all of value;


like water, into

orange desert sand.




  1. This is so beautiful. I love your blog! I can’t wait to read more from you! I’d love if you’d check mine out, thanks. ❤️


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