Heaven’s Dewdrops…

A lost Soul drifts through life

following a path to anywhere

as the sun reflects off the earth,

and winds quiver in the face of

Heaven’s dewdrops.

A plum night springs to life in the

eastern sky, the ocean shines black

with frothy ashen waves, and the

moon bathes the earth as it waits

for morning.

Grief lingers in the shadows of

abandoned twilight; the sun rises

and once again, the wind quivers

in the face of Heaven’s dewdrops.

 

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