you’ll melt into the salt
of unseen tears
of unheld nights
of unsheathed moons
until another million years go by
and still
and on
to morph the spark
and fold
and born
too bare, the blemishes
you’ll forget
and be forgotten
whether december or that year
only be the thing that harnesses
my better nature, dear
~Olvr
Whimsical is the word that came to mind re-reading this. Your words floated me through till the end. Excellent piece. @abarefootpoet
thank you
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