sometimesihatemycat

Hope
she travels
on the breeze
hisses promise
in my ear
steals and mingles
with my breath
briefly dries
my tears and sweat
makes me want
her lies to last
as she brushes
past

-a.r.

The Girl at the Gate, by Sir George Clausen

~ by April on June 2, 2016.

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