Winding blue flowers
Around the broken clock
With frail desires
That you’ll forget-me-not
Pressing petal pieces
Into fractured time
Like inky pathways
That no longer chime
Soul's futile longing
Twine untwined, adrift
Loose ends reaching
To nowt but a rescind
~My eyes are still clouding
At your whisper on the wind~
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