sunset kisses

she sees the sunset kisses in the sky
and opens up her arms to draw them in;
as though so full of love she there could fly –
she hopes it neither vanity nor sin –

for towards her, sorrow’s turned its doleful beak,
its wings, they flutter gently, with a sway;
but there at sunset, kisses brush her cheek,
as though all those who love her reach
to brush her tears away

[… for someone i have never met …]

Author: Beleaguered Servant

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

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