And as I pray,
Cold is the gush
like dying leaves
like terminal stone
where frozen embers still burn;
to whisper mildly
unspoken regrets
words without shame:
Into the gaiety of spring
loveliness of buds
trembles and thrills…
while on the hillsides
twilight meets dawn :
Life breathes
filled with imaginings,
soothing restless thoughts
if only for this moment--
taming the senses.
CONTEST OF LAURA LOO :
6/19/2017 ...
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