Cheeks be laden with crusted salt
eyes the colour of rain
oh, but to see the sunshine.
She sits upon the common sheets
so late this hour she keeps
and from the open window across from her
and through the fabric cast aside
gentle fingers sift through the glass
between where charging beams would mount
to cast the shadow on the wall.
Still, the shepherd's breath,
painted be her thoughts
captured, kept a moment
lain to waste with the morning sun
and renewed for the glory of the night.
Unending for tears wept
and forgotten.
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