Along the Creekside
Silent bright pain
in thousand colors fallen few;
scattered leaves and shattered dreams,
dancing lightly, follow you
with the scent of fall,
full of warm promises
and the mercy to pardon you all.
far blue sky
so far from eye
as far as the hope
for I to die
To hibernate from
the silent bright pain
during the winter to come
and the absence of shame;
leaking through fissures in silence,
speaking in riddles of defiance,
my lonely tortured heart
aches to open to the failing sun;
along the creekside the wolf did run.
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