Lost and Found
Dusk,
Say goodbye to the place you love
Shadows intrepid,
A shallow
Grave of desire
A wooded embouchure, a tightening grip
A melody,
Resounded, it's reverberation rejected
Of sounds,
Echoing,
Through your negotiations
A breeze, through the laughing bluebells of spring
Extracting the numbness of vanity fiends
Yellow indoctrination of the
Daffodils sway
Suggestive and playful.
You penetrate realisation,
Knowing you can never return
By chance,
You may find yourself again!
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