Old Age Melting Away
When hidden reflections and murmurs explode;
as heart’s queries are but left unanswered
till seasons melt, thaw quite hurriedly,
my callous pride dismissing nights
from human warmth never felt:
This life , a ghostly breeze
Yearns for sweet kinship--
but in old years,
I languish
on my
Own.
4/1/2018
Contest: Line Gauthier’s Melting Snowball
`Decrease in syllables
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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