Sunday, November 14, 2021

Mourning

In a pretty yellow dress
I'm blooming in the glorious sun
Bright and fragrant are season's songs
with wondrous sights in the horizon

A sweep, a struggle
And the darkness crawls over 
First a nibble, then a mouthful
i am consumed, whole 

In a shroud, covered in the smell of darkness
The waves of loss hit me, toss me
In the deep i drown
Cleansed, I am thrown ashore

Fragile, resilient
I mourn again and again 
I live again and again

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