Like Terminal Stone
At dusk, fragrance of sky’s mint breath
Clings on grass waiting near spring’s death
Pitch-dark roses moan
Crawling to touch nightfall’s last glow
A tint without flames of yellow
Like terminal stone
Contest: Susan Burch’s Tail Rhyme
24 apr 12
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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