6 To 8--Melody of Sadness
Call me home instead and heat my soul
as I roam with you, my autumn
healing the curse of season's scars
fulfilling my quest's return to a patient self..
It is cold and this soul needs a haven,
a reflective pause from all wretched noise
perhaps a soft litany of prayers..
the kind which blesses this season
Oct 25, 2017
Contest: 6 To 8 by Nette Onclaud
Copyright © Daniel Port | Year Posted 2017
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