Cleansing.
Raindrops
‘neath slivers of
half moon’s glow
vanquish nights
within timbers
where fears
bend low.
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Raindrops
‘neath slivers of
half moon’s glow
vanquish nights
within timbers
where fears
bend low.
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Moistened rivulets upon flushed cheeks
sculpt betrayal of a shrouded scar.
A heart immured, a spirit stilled,
ladened fetters from afar.
Free her from these vines that bind,
renew her with each embrace.
Let the wounds that scathed of yesterday
become kindling for a love engraced.
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An ebbing of tides
flowing to insatiable vastness,
the ever taunting malcontent
of a wearisome soul.
Lulled by nature’s melodies
lost by its faint eternal glow,
a sacredness of peace
I glean.
A
starlight
waltz
before
her eyes,
awakened
dewdrops
hypnotize,
wait not for
autumn’s
call to
rise…
Your voice is an oasis to an aching soul.
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