Loose Ends

Loose Ends

December wasn’t sour with conviction
Dandelions were travelling far
Our throbbing hearts rambled with conceit.

Keenly impregnated yet adrift
Footprints left the promises ashore
Our midnight dreams floated with sunshine.

Today the misty eventide wafts… 
outlining echoes over the lake.
It’s dwindling! Your seedlings…my woodland.

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