Morphing the Last Sun by Devin Pavlischak/ November 25th, 2015 ©

Long tears under the eyes, finding the edge of the skies.

Little by message and pain, calling out the vow of patience.

The wind is all but calming, following my scent in the sun.

Calm beings of the land, be gentle around the flesh.

It scars a darkened mark, fighting around severe surroundings.

What do we tell love around painful remorse?

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