Grief
Somber season in the wind;
hearts once broken, now must mend.
Floating softly, creeping passed;
another season, it won't last.
Sacred symbols glisten fine,
falling gently in a line.
Heated shadows of the day,
moving lifeless, no delay.
Daybreak looming, night moves fast.
One way ticket, built to last.
Flying, circling overhead;
wings and feathers for the dead.
Copyright © Joshua Toney | Year Posted 2021
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