• Columbia Hillen


My voice is quiet.

So quiet I can hear the sand songs.

I kneel

Where once my shadow stood

And from beneath, I call my soul.

In shades of blue,

Like grey on rainy summers,

I spot an island in the mist of thoughts.

I hold my breath

In this encountering of selves

There is only one of us.


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