In the Ash Grove

Sighs that shatter miles of still air
Hang between us.
Breaths that break my heart
With their echoes of sadness
Hang between us.
Her lips carry a sad smile
Chin resting on perfect hand
Eyes that cannot see
The world before them
But are lost in visions
Of shimmering light and color
Beyond truth and reason
Where thought gathers in pools
And raindrops spill memory
Upon the earth.


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