tales unfolding,
learning, growing,
leaving, holding,

talismans of
times and places:
beauty, warding off

love and languor
in the dust;
lovers live as
lovers must

far away, but near
in passion;
out of of scope,
and bounds, and fashion

horses roam
beyond our gaze;
hanging mountains,
windy days

tales of sorrow,
love as though
there’s no tomorrow

of life and fortune:
fluid scenes
for our absorption

© Andriy Bezuglov | Dreamstime.com – Tree with decorations

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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