this days sun
set to rest in this evenings bow
oceans tide does take this days sun to her
this days dream, this days hope,
put to rest in this oceans dim
shifting sand and birds of flight
her secret scent
empty hand and lonely prints,
unknown wind, this evening rage
salt traced face
quivering lip and weighted stumble
days warmed sand sips the souls last hope
the bottle weaned of its truth less grip, lies like loves untrue lip
cracked, bleak, barren
on bent knee begged
a feel, a taste, a scent filled breeze
let loves sun warm the sand filled soul
swallowed in dim
this day lies
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