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The Last Wind
A detached fawn leaf of the fall rustles on ruined garden’s windy pathway like my shriveled life scrambling in the squall that sweeps the shards away piling up in debris at the edge of my time. Disintegrated to desolate dust with hope crushed like the dry leaf I see my dreams dwindle in twilight dregs. From the threshold of destiny under the sensuous sunburst sky my longing life once promised me to take me across the ocean of hope to the realm of reared dreams where after the twilight hours I’ll glitter in the glorious glow of the shimmering stars. The fleeting life hasn’t kept its promise yet for the sands of my time lie in the ruins of fallen sky before I could find a niche in the promised precinct the spent sun has begun to sink. Suffused with the fading sparkle of the halcyon horizon I now wait for the last gust of the winsome wind to blow in my life’s lonesome landscape so I can rise from the dust. ____________ July 31, 2021 Brian Strand's contest A Strand (1045)
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