Sadness, quiet, eerie blows,
On garnished leaves to where who knows,
A fall from grace in painful throes,
To die in forlorn anonymity.
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Acrid tears fall on arid plain,
O’er rock and berm toward sea of flame,
Where passion burns lone side disdains,
A heart in mangled perpetuity.
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Asphyxiated soul, torrid and weak,
Heaves vital breath for redolence to seek,
Speechless and winded, powerless to speak,
In silence thy sentience doth flicker.
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These stolid misfortunes no more shall they hinder,
Gathered in bushel– cloaked as barren split tinder,
Leaving the past a hoard of smoldering cinders,
With courage, volition sustains.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 