Faint stirrings - A Poem

In melancholy light
I await your return
No escape or respite
from the silvery burn

Faint stirrings take flight
a tender touch l yearn
Scarlet peeves alight
with memories to unlearn

Mocking moon, sky auburn
in a brewing blight
Raging zephyrs twist & turn
with no solace in sight

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