Just My Luck (BST)

Another cold morning
brings grey skies
with tearful winds.

Borrowed time slips away
down paved hills,
Scarred by our need,

Prolonged by lust.
Dark fires stand unlit
through missing dreams.

Some green remains,
Swaying lightly,
Punctuating rigid rows

coloured in red.

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