Whistling along night's trail
Byways dim, meant for the lonely
While she in her hazy trance
from whiskey- laced bottle,
sings to flowers hidden far from sight --
Toes dancing beside torches in a distance,
she flew home when death left in a flash
with nothing but her beating heart
to stray away, lost inside her mind.
Broken Wings, Lost Contest
Feb 5, 2016
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2016
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