Saturday, 21 November 2020

The Aeolian processes of the heart

To the blazing hearth of where her cheek yet blushes
Dismayed of a sudden, the Winter Wind rushes
Which, a moment before, tears to tease
Frolicked with me as Vernal breeze

Limning the unliving in but Lenten ashes, Art 
Mirrors the Aeolian processes of the heart.

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