Sea currents of spent misgivings wrap around our legs
A murky blue like your liquid eyes,
The tepid water collects the salty tears
as they idly cascade over the soft folds of your wrinkles
The crescent of the moon, cradled by the four pm sky
Shares in the sorrow of loss.
a benevolent son with a warm smile and a big heart
passed beyond today to the winter’s shadow of the lost.
A murky blue like your liquid eyes,
The tepid water collects the salty tears
as they idly cascade over the soft folds of your wrinkles
The crescent of the moon, cradled by the four pm sky
Shares in the sorrow of loss.
a benevolent son with a warm smile and a big heart
passed beyond today to the winter’s shadow of the lost.
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