Muted Emotions
Twilight wafting sun,
grabbed her hand,
all was done.
Trickling wrinkles,
smoothed them out,
clever sayings they must spout.
In the stillness,
left all stale,
sad bright eyes turned pale.
Crisp glassy winter wind,
struck summer’s salty bend,
sing songbird’s,
lovely cry,
adore her dearly,
and do not ask why.
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