Moon Tides

Water-Color.pngsing violet petals worth of ghost waves.
As if to say, Love is a fleeting thing.
Feathered winds, I let you go: palm of dust,
sifted sand. Thirsty for salt, I wake to the tooth
of your voice–all shadow.

(final thesis submitted, final designs commence)

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