sad thoughts in the evening

i saw her yesterday
and wild flowers bloomed
while tunes of grief whispered sweet
i bowed before the moon

and while dancing against
grains of sand
i wrestled lightly with the wind

and i came to rest by her grave
as yesterdays crawled again
over and over
what can’t be changed

and my fingers traced her name

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