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A Love World Weary (AwSprite) Wk - 1 (3)

A Love World Weary

I feel not her breath

Upon my face, or

Her sunrise of

A warming embrace.

Left to search her

Horizon for meaning -

Hollow of reason,

No green leaves for

Redeeming.

In a history of woven

Veins - robed in

Darkness, I trail in peril

And bane.

In meadows her solace

Thrived, from whence

Her beauty derived.

Natural and raw

I watched her weeping

By rippling lake-shore.

Her emerald

Woodlands, hewn

Into black

Winding lanes, by

Human hands,

Heedless and vain.

Her scarlet soaked soil

Of wars won and lost,

Reminiscent of lives

Vanishing in the wake

Of once silver frost.

Death a soft sigh -

I mourn her, (Nature)

Of mortal and sky.

Love fading to the

Scent of fallen and

Failing foxglove.

I, a guardian of all

Laid low by nature's

Soulful thrall.