Like Fluid Tears Ebbing
Kohl is nightfall when bright hours decrease
Etching the silhouette of trees ;
Beneath drooped willows, grief ‘s ache unravels
A mourning in fallow shade
Twisted as petals, cold:
How endings throb again again
Without his blossoms for our sky;
That gushing out into soft rain
Lamentation is my reply .
Murmurs of branches
Deepen a caressing tune,
Allaying eve’s wail
Still, crystal leaves pour on grounds
Misty like fluid tears… ebbing.
4/21/2018
Broken Wings’ Contest: It’s All About Four
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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