Dearthair
Nathan Payne Nathan Payne

Dearthair

The wind, the summoner of scents, the arouser of aroma, it danced all around Dearthair as he walked.

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Riff
Nathan Payne Nathan Payne

Riff

Beyond them I sit watching form at distance
I dip my fingers in
β€˜An attempt to become what they are
Never able to trap their consciousness

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Red Walls
Nathan Payne Nathan Payne

Red Walls

Far above him, floating silently through the glare of the sun, a bird hung in the air.

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