A New Day
Caustic words
Wounded is her core
Then twilight happens:
Diaphanous
The next day:
A lavender mist encapsulates atmosphere
Oh the sea is so serene.
Like a minty aroma
Embalms her soul
Acrid memories fade.
No longer is he a cynosure
But a shadowy tale.
She stops cursing
her ill-fate and fills her lungs
with vapor of the new day.
Afterall lost love is transient.
New days are long lasting they happen
day after day.
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