open letter from a forgotten voice
fiction
edward w pritchard
I hear a voice but I have forgotten who it is. Tilt your head for better understanding.
Bon New year
author:
happy new year,
let sad past memories fade
as a burning bush's light in the Desert
slowly extinguishes before your gaze on a dark night
reflected on the Walls of the distant mountains ahead;
as you travel
forward into the future
don't look back as you tenatively walk on, walk on
but keep a little of the strange fruit from the desert cactus in your clutched left hand
to fortify and warm you
on your quest forward
should the road become a bit bumpy
steep, or hard to follow.
Near or far, always with you
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