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The Echoes of Tomorrow
Face beaten red
Like a saddened Indian summer
A leap of faith during minute's broken arm
I drink glasses of chagrin
To heal away the maddening sighs
Bashful smile
Masking what could have been
I sip teardrop renditions
From waterfalls core
Reflections of love's breath
Emanate across lacerated truffles
Horse & carriage gallop without a guide
Following uneasy departures
Windows to the soul, cracked
Heart's chasm, held
Embraced, lost
Unattainable intelligence
Question marks become torn commas
A punctual silence begging to hold me again
My laughter at wit's end with precociousness
Caressing silken draperies
A chameleon to uncomfortable thoughts
Nighttime penetration of the beast inside
Turning her back
The wanted become the forgotten
A gently removed lily petal
Floating unto a warm, foggy madrigal
Misinterpreted apathy
My benign truth
A simple whisper of this fight
With a fluttering sigh
This war
Between good morning and
Goodbye
©Drake J. Eszes
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