#April
Crimson kisses on
rolling hills
A veil unfolding, the
rise and swell
White, grey, frail.
A deeper blue the sky
it fills
The inkiness upon the
stars that spill
Hushed, sparkling,
still.
A shrillness in the
chill
Of added remembrances
still
The dark desire, and
fare thee wells.
Of tears and hearts
that spill
Love, lust, hate,
This and more I cannot
tell
This, you, April.
~ Judith Vaddi
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