Sunday, October 15, 2017

Scorpio Dreams

Under the weight of this work I tarry on.
Memories of your promises, scrape like leaves along the pavement past my home.
Memories drying up, disconnected to the sweaty heat of the day's work.
Like a dream that fades in the din of the day.
Djinn, of passion dying in the dark.

The spark of hope remains
I am changed.

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