NaPoWriMo Day 17


The Road to Gashata

Gashata! My breath halts at your weary sight

With your paths filled sparsely

By the fragrance of lichen so horrid

A strong alchemy of attraction tie


Gasahata! I told them you are my roots

Where the sonorous melodies of twain birds

Awaken your ghostly lanes

For I alone live in your rare routes


Gashata! Prying your nooks gay and bright

Your skeleton laid your tracks kneeling mutely

Your narrow road drains my leg fluids, yet splendid

A home in my heart you are always right


Gashata! Your shredded muddy huts

Now scrape my fingers rough

I sink in your subtle snow

That melts my memory of where I truly grow