Dusk
A melancholy tear crosses his eye,
Yet another day passes by.
His idealistic thoughts are barred,
Raw emotions cut deep scars.
Bountiful passion lies within,
For whom he trusts and welcomes in.
Drained of lust until empty husk,
Replenished by the embers of dusk.
(C)2014 PJ Bayliss
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