Sunday, October 19, 2014

Mournings

So much missed,
forgotten
I wear regrets
like a white winter's frost.
Do not hide any longer.
The weight of shame
is not the end.
Even now,
something is different
in the colors of Autumn.
Winds rustle hope
that what is over
can fall to the ground
and what could not be felt
can feel
and wear
what was once hidden.
Love so different
ready, longing
to land an embrace;
longing for the whom
where love, loves fully
yet remain its own.

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