Thursday, 5 June 2014


Spring breeze to bring solace
Where my last was spent
Light pooling on the surface
Where we'd made an end

This howling summer gale
Storming inside my heart
My candle glow so pale;
Can I forget the start?

A swift autumn wind
Spinning 'round my head
A fire in my bosom
Did Gaia wish me dead?

Now chilling winter will
grasping, gripping,
yet I remember still

The scent of her hair in the air.

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