Right here,
Staring at the dusk,
Where we both withered,
Ashed into the wind,
A gentle breeze of the night.
Right here,
I no longer wait,
Walking along with gloom,
Brushing away each yesterday,
Stitched and crossed the torn.
Right here,
I watch every fall,
Of the tree's threads,
Reaching the depths of my wounds,
The last tear drop awaits.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Sun 11th Feb 2018 09:13
a contemplative pause which captures the moment effectively and beautifully. Thanks for posting Marianne. All the best, Colin.
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Marianne May
Sun 11th Feb 2018 09:19
My pleasure, Colin. Thank you very much!