Sunrays wrapped up her unkempt hair,
a smile that gives away nothing at the same
time forces a caged bird to lash out from
behind the bars and take to the sky.
A fresh stalk of rosemary between it's beak,
thrust into the dense thicket of hers.
Waves that crash to the shore,
the eroding bedrock of a forlorn waterfall,
we take leave between each of the drop splattered across it.
Strands of thin hair by your left cheek,
left astray for the breeze to stroke,
a whiff of something that's been long forgotten,
now waking up to a strange scent of hopes and dreams.
And I know that I have to burn it all.
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