the warm wind blew near me once
I tasted the sweet scent of the night bloom on it's imagined feather of a make believe wing
It rustled the leaves around me
reminding me of times spent together in the drowsy autumn sun
In a flash it was gone
it's mere existence became a question
Did i feel it?
Did it warm this once bountiful heart;
now of which remains desolate ravage
Is there hope in this icy feeling of short hours and breathless nights
leaving me lifeless as a placid black glistening lake
Will spring come with warm blossoms or smiling faces?
My questions have answers only in the past;
uncertain futures and an irreparable present.
I guess I shall continue to sleep in waking and in sleep remain
a zombie till we shall meet again.
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