Wayward Pine

Friday Night light
Street lamp amber glow
Dust incognito smile
Freshly driven snow
Under apple blossom sky

Children wander far and near
Dreams ignite fire minds
Taunting turning
Haunting burning
Silhouette glisten
Beneath a hollow moon

Moments hung as feline brood
Within Kat jaws of fate aligned
Mourning comes in honouring
Innocence lost and blind

*(Matthew bowers)* ~93
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