Poinciana moons

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Tainted Musings


circles drawn

on waves at an untouched horizon

a beauty in silver waters

… unremembered

though in winter dust

I sometimes shift the darkness

and memory paints the sky

so, behind closed eyes

the stars hold the brightness,

of yesterday

the wind betrays to the trees,

the secrets of mountain echoes

from far away

my emotions are then allowed

(for a time)

to breathe…

and within the horn-coloured glow

of days that dream into nights,

… I think of us

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