Like
Warmth
In my skin
Fresh faced
Embracing sin
Gather
Retract
Sun bathed golden grains
Richer
Infract
Life everlastingly changed
Darkness
Ahead
Impending disaster
Silently said
Wind
Bend
Ache
Break
Slipping through
Again
Too late
Ivory
Showing
Please
Start slowing
These savory moments within
Gaps
Inside
Helplessly flowing
In this tide
Traps my hands in emptiness
From the sun filled sky
Wind
Bend
Ache
Break
Slipping through
Again
Too late
Copyright © Brontë Morris | Year Posted 2012
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