Tangled Vines
Twilight, stay with me
in hours between wrong and right;
when confessions are murmured
upon this life half done,
that past mid-life,
I ask for reprieve to settle
unsolved desires those which
enable my fears a choking
of seasons' absence-
Northwinds may be cold ,
cruel but now I hold
eventide's fire with passion unbending
Contest: Heart and Soul by Kelly Deschler
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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