Bittersweet

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Our winter sun is pale-bright,

scattering sighs, it dips into night-

as fog flexes muscles dimming all stars-

my eyes mist and you’re blurred.

A dewdrop displays a pellucid grace,

I watch this day’s gait in a hurried pace-

while I play with words in color of tar-

you peep from my heart that’s left ajar.

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Bittersweet @ Poets United

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