under the same ground
in a town like this
that waves light whispers
in the night
That tolls each sun’s descent
reminding me
of her descent on that soft yellow dawn
life’s breath mists warm against the cold
proving
our carmine heart’s strong beat
until your petal
palms paled
from the cold blanching your
breath
and fostering a dark chasmcatalyzing loss
under the same ground
in a town like this
that waves light whispers
in the night
lost under the same stars above
and the same ground below
carried by currents uncurrent
of melancholia.
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