Shadow Kissed Sorrow 


The whispers of the traveling winds,
hiss in my ear.
Kissing my soul,
leaving me chilled
to the bone.

Such love I sew
with tapestries of
yellow and gold,
my sun kissed soul
yearns for more.

Secretly my passions grow
in shadow.

Dirt filled woes
hydrated by my tears,
ah yes such blooming sorrows
grow in shadow.

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