Windy afternoon

Windy afternoon

Soak on winter’s perfume

Yearnings fading over the laugh of the loon

My thoughts banned over twisted fumes

Go away! Go away!

We are no more

Go away! Go astray!

Shallow suffering I adore

It’s the risk of being insecure

This agony I should endure

An unwritten sonnet for you I procure

On a windy afternoon made of love vain but pure…

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