Tenderly I am overcome
Inhaling the majestic, wind-swept landscape
Splashed by these harsh, magical hues
The moist afternoon seems calm.
A briefly frustrating suspension
The vague hint of a blur receding
The near immaculate isolation regained
Within this blossoming vision.
Tremulously caught up in this mindful oblivion
The promise of a consummate companion strolling by
Enticingly seductive within its own allure
Of which I will never been a part.
Greenish-yellow birds hop across the red earth
Grayish-white clouds pass ominously above.
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