Watching my dreams
in flows &
ebbs
full moon sighs
in mist
tapers rooted
in love, thus.
I succumb to
screams
of silence;
silken webs,
promises of you
exist
in memories of
us
Beloved
crossroads sear
& burn like
cubebs,
as gnarled
twists
of aching
abyss.
In drifting
twilight, I disappear
into clouding
cobwebs
my soul pleads,
& persists
one last chance
of bliss.
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Image 1: Rosie Hardy
Image 2: My Modern Met.
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