Endlessly
the buds and leaves
echo what’s left of longing
as I lie beneath
dark and dismal night.
I wish to drown
what was once harbored
lest thoughts of you kiss
jaded lips
never have I felt you closer
yet so far from me.

 

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Posted for QuadrilleΒ #65 @ dVerse Pub

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