The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
I arrived in time To watch you walk away from Our lives together
Unburdened release Angry swollen torrents rage Surging towards the sea
Hoarfrost on the grass Morning fog clings to the ground At the break of day
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