Wisp
My wind cries susan
Hoping for response
The sea holds its wave a little longer
Sweetest strawberries
That burst within your mouth
Savoured
to hold onto the taste
Breeze nestles in her hair too long
love songs forever silenced
and multitudes of words
hang themselves
lifeless in disgrace
unable to capture that face
And eyes so rare
but cursed to never look upon themselves
Light radiates her
and the wind cries susan
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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