this glass…

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this glass
now reflected
a tabula rasa
for our destinies both written
and bled

afters (1)

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 echoes
 are what remains
 years of indecision
 gave birth to this great emptiness
 of ours

the carriers of newborn dreams

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the sun
finds them waiting,
shivering and sleepy;
the carriers of newborn dreams
in hope

untouched

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untouched —

the room is bare,

the restlessness is gone.

the echoes die, the anger fades

away

Broken

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Broken:
His promises,
Their plans for a spring cruise,
The contract they jointly made, and
Her heart

Spring Hill

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goodbye…
no more trial,
no listening through doors,
no penitence from unthawed hearts:
spring hill

A Fall of Some Importance

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Recall…
An autumn spent
In playing there at love
It isn’t a surprise it’s called
The fall

No Talent for Certainty

Tag: Cinquain

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