Misty morning meloncholy

Silver wisps caress your icy cheeks as morning  pushes back the night…

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You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.


 

Silver wisps caress your icy cheeks

as morning  pushes back the night

and unforgiving golden fingers point accusing

love’s rage laid bare in starkest of delight

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And all about life marches on

Oblivious to cold and brutal loss

And tendrils creep and hide the shame

‘neath leaves and roots and branch and moss

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No eulogy beneath the stars

No tears, no hymn, no black procession

Under the sun, bleached, turned to dust

No longer mine, but death’s possession

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Author: Michael

Husband, dad,programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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