Deep Loneliness
his sweet scent of mere love still lives on
I walk, hark nature's moving sounds
carried softly through forest paths
nostalgic scent of rheumy dew grounds.
fleeting dappled somber fingers
unclosing against vast horizon, cause
without orb so nimble lingers.
braids of pain stifle mine madness
loves unavoidable perpetual wink; mine
pate bowed with cherishing sadness
3/17/2021
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2021
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