as the morning dies anew

an ashen mist

slowly burned


the blissful rays of

light filtering through

the canopy

nebulous shadows

dance amidst the

fallen leaves

a tranquil breeze

bringing fragrances

from the heavens

her laughter drifting

echoing through

the misty

eyes of past tears

a scantily clad figure

twirled and bowed

to an avian accord

her toes graceful

touching as she

moved between


she danced from

ginger to blonde

to silvery beauty

her voice inviting

her lips longing

her scent

fading as she

danced amidst

the fading mist

golden rays

dwindling away

as the morning

dies anew
#love#lost love, #past loves 

artist unknown

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