Just A Small Box.

A tarnished air

now falls unbound

upon the shoulders

of the day.

 

Wounds still gape

where sorrow bleeds,

to turn all hope

to dust.

 

Darkening panes cast

not the joy

beheld within the eye.

 

Encased the ashes:

stilled the heart

that gave each breath

to me.

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Just A Small Box

"A tarnished air now falls unbound upon the sholders of the day."  --  Beautiful phrasing.  --  Stephen

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Thank you very much Stephen,

Thank you very much Stephen, I appreciate you commenting. :-)

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"...falls unbound/upon the shoulders/of the day" I love these lines. So tentative and fine. - Stella


 

 

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Thank you so much Stella xx

Thank you so much Stella xx