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Waiting For Her

Golden chrysanthemums littered the frozen ground, fading grasslands stretched towards the horizon, rain sifted through the apple trees, a mournful cuckoo lamented the dying spring. I leaned over the ornate balustrade, a thousand memories filled my heart, the glistening river painted her face, gusty breezes brought her enthralling fragrance. The shadows of sunset gathered around me, nostalgic thoughts rippled through my mind; rain drops prattled on the lonely road; I scanned the road awaiting her return. An empty wine jug shattered the silence, the cruel darkness swallowed the past; I again found myself drunk and alone, in the flickering glow of a blurred candle.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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