Find me in my land
Thoughts,
they come
in a vortex of wind.
My land,
empty,
only
as a shadow,
Sprinkling the salt
all over.
And the silence is long.
My land and I,
the fountains of the abyss
they are open.
And then silence.
Poetry written for (100 Day Poetry Challenge) organized by 
made for Steemit
made for Steemit [Day 76/100]
5/22/18
Reading notes: Beginner
Original by 