Relinquish
In the shadow of the oaks,
and the moss covered hollows
where lie my secret desires,
as rotting debris beneath
the weight of Winters refuse
doth my hungry soul await
the hint of recognition on
the breeze that stirs those
gray fingers of ancient
wisdom to bid me go,
to ignore the inexplicable
call of shadowy possibility
and step into the light of
blessed forgetting.
Cheryl KP
2016
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Beautiful!
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Tha k you so much!
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