as the summer evening draws in
memories filter through the fading light
of my days in the beds of peonies
gathered petals strewn on the ground
i lay in a magenta grace
listening to swifts chattering their gossip
and the cry of the red kite
soaring the heavens
perfumed air a constant
(now a candle burns of peach and tamarind)
as the sun is a fickle partner.
very poetic and beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful response to the prompt...
ReplyDeleteSun is a fickle partner......beautiful
ReplyDeletebeautiful and I love especially the last line.
ReplyDeleteVery nice write you're lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is sooooo good. Like delicious. Loved it. :-)
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