Edge
Aging tulips bow their
Crisp oxblood heads
Like dying embers
An elegant silver blade
Anxiously points toward
The obsidian window
Frail with disappointment
I stagnate by the sink
An inert phantom
Surrounded by walls.
Friday 26th February 2016 9:46 am
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