the farewell spectacles
| The path is for one |
| and where once was the lay |
| of waste, want and darkness |
| now lie the tired skeletons of autumn leaves |
| among them, drifting, whispers of a figure |
| soft-skinned, gently gleaming, just out of reach |
| yet radiant, so effecting, and real |
| In whose sleepy eyes |
| naked from the waist down, as above |
| I find hope, comfort, and love |
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Have a good new year :)
What Casp said :)
It bears repeating: Happy New Year! :)
My best wishes to you, your claws, and their digging in.