sunlight and maples
convene, shadows convolute
over freckled skin
black ribbons convolute
a puddle of silk
at my feet
as i try to weave
my own dreams
a pile of shredded
napkins, the victims of my
convolute musings
petals convolute
wound tight, waiting to explode
and color the dawn
wood smoke and firelight
a convolute of flames holds
night's demons at bay
etched deeply
with a convolute
of melancholy
thus she wore
her sorrow
upon her face
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