Wander lust
Lies wasted
Wasted by lies
Felled from
Bejeweled lips
Sweepingly
Falling away
As life
A wintry
Darkness
Shadowed
By the Fall
As wavery
Light brings
Spring to
Summer's end
And the corpse
Hangs in
Disarray.
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An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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