6 To 8--Melody of Sadness
Swish of ripples weave along a ledge
my hands pretending to rap beneath inked stars ;
while autumn winds chime a lonely rhapsody
filling the shoreline with empty rhythm and blues;
the ones which lightly twitch my heart--
Every note jangling, crawling in this stained night,
for the love I know best gushes out, unnoticed
while in the peal of angst, I learn to dance alone.
Oct 25, 2017
Contest: 6 To 8 by Nette Onclaud
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