The Embers From Burning Leaves
Glowing Ash of yesterday's leaves,
crumble as they fall upon skin,
wrapped within your satire sheathes,
the sadness behind a leering grin,
the embers from burning leaves,
twirling across the sky upon the gust,
wind rushing through and trailblazing,
like hate and pain giving way to lust,
within the glows is were a phoenix rose,
flaming feathers rekindling the blaze,
behind eyelashes witnessing my world turn to ashes, a godless wrath from yesterdays.
Martin Eoghan 25/06/22
Copyright © Martin Mcloone | Year Posted 2022
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