You–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley

Roaring like thunder
Blades in the sky

Train sounds go rumbling
Tendrils of lies

Rounding the corner
Mountains it nips

Crests along ridges
Down into the mist

Of longing
To see


–by elisabeth connelley

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