Wallowing midnight moments,
adrift within windy words
unspoken;
to breast
I hold breath
enduring passion that
slipped through sighs;
unheard
spring bloomed
once again;
unseen
blinded by gates of pearl,
those glimmering plumes of denial
linger in storm,
as this decree of destiny
imprints brow
consumed with this affliction
of whispered admiration,
I am indebted
to every sunrise
beckoning its colorful waves
of sensibility
to sense
an honorable rumination
that my heart
truly beats,
unnoticed~


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