Primavera 3

his why was

deep within his eyes

her answer

wasn’t said —

the garden was alive but

he was all but dead

Author: Owen Servant

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

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