poetry, writing


Empty echoes of hollowness abound.

Lost in the abyss of nothingness.

Where once life flourished, nothing remained.

Not even remnants of the dead.

The windswept gorge was barren.

Only signs of erosion by the wind and water.

But for one small flower growing in a crevice,

where the rain catches and the sunlight is perfect.

April 10, 2021~DRM~

Please visit my poetry page throughout the month for all of my poems for April: https://dawnreneewrites.com/?page_id=1378


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