Dwelling Doors

Lovers losing to seasoned lifeless gain

Seeking sorrows, spinning shadows in bane


In amongst handless cradles

Fixed ferries founding fables

Fasters on sounds of pranging metals

So many satiated sorrowful spring diets


Pies plenty, left to cold eyes

Windowless withdrawn cries

Like rye ravaged to ricketing rains

Lost, cold, and in pains


List learners in on tear soaked letters

Hovering halo hampers left to beggars

Silence put to fry

Lies left to dry


Awashed now but more watchful, weary, and wishful

Heavy eyed and heartful

As promised summers come seeped and sightful

To lovers leaning, dipped and delightful

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