Poem | Tendrils


Tendrils
Leave a withering slight
Hot to the night
Take flight.
Gone.

Be gone
On this lonely night.
Not a whisper
Nor breath
No sight.
What is this plight I fight.

Unknown
Forever in this place
Darkness I face
My space.
Gone.

Be gone
On this lonely night.

Sweetness.
Tender is the fresh air.
Heart in repair
With flair.
Song.

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