Everything was beautiful,
and Nothing hurt.
- Kurt Vonnegut
Darling, does the warmth of the sun,
soak your heart in joys unabated?
Gossamer strands weave our lives
daintily in patterns on sands that waves wash away,
These tendrils climb, crisscross and dash up
into the deepest darkest crevices
of the place that holds
your memories embossed in golden filigree.
Darling, do you feel this warmth anymore
as winds of winter leave me chilled to the bone
Fluttering off on its paper wings,
flew my heart, to places it shouldn’t go.
© Raju Behara, Questranged, 2022 All Rights Reserved
Inspired by Prompts from glo/napowrimo2022
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