Late morning rising
Palm trees murmur in the breeze
Rooted in their past
Woken by sunshine
Church bells sing on gentle breeze
Clear blue skies await
She said make it rough
S&M pressure washing?
Then there was silence
Horns beep, I’m awake
The sound of traffic and birds
A new dawn chorus
The requiem starts
Sweet voices echo through me
Memento Mori
On warm summer eves
Grey clouds rumble in darkness
Pain of loss exposed
A glimpse in the crowd
With devastating smile
In my dreams always
On her winged horse
Searching for freedom and hope
Lost forever more
Reflect on water
Rushing river deafening
Beauty is enraged
Spellbound in darkness
Grainy images flicker
Silent voices speak
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