A Scented Streak, a Sad Day
A scented streak of weary sense
replies to grief that prowls the mews
A deep green blue of wailing skies
enshrines a mood,
in part to please
Slow-rolled piles of willowy grass
arouse a birth that slowly drowns
Uneasy bursts of fading wind
align to vows inclined to cease
A caving wall
designed for fraying stands aloof
A loosely carved memory
declines the option to rise again
A kiss that resides in me
emerges again to ask for you
The pain that lines its path
and masks your smile
declines the scent that you live with
Awaits a task
designed for souls that pass…
and laden with
unfulfilled pasts
Amusing taunts
invite a bruising end to this
And
bring back the streak in troughs
that wave my peaks
and foul my peace
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