Gray blossoms burst, almost substance,
before they float too high above.
Sooty somersaults expand, thin,
and fade to wisps, become pale dusk.
***
So like the promises uttered
by a friend who’s fallen in love
sincerity devolves, made mist
by novel infatuation
***
Watching each silver puff escape
some hidden hearth, the world grows dark
and hours tick past, traces too faint
to know if fire still burns at all.
About the Creator
D.K. Shepard
Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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