Saturday, August 29, 2015

Negotiation Stance

An amber evening, autumn-crisp,
Has faded like a will-o'-the-wisp,
Yet still enough remains to fortify.

Die.

So why not bring the heart rate up
And bike above the valley's cup,
Where asters catch the colours of the sky?

Die.

If I could beam like a mellow vagrant,
Some woman walking, forest-fragrant,
Might smile at our facade as I pass by.

Die.

If we can climb through one more day,
The dark shall take your thoughts away,
And then I could start over, you and I.

Try.

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