Without Grace

Cold vines crept in through the window,
placing roots in the mind of dreams.

Shivering limbs echo distant skies
and together they long for a warm touch.

An empty air howls to frustrated winds.
The still night rests without grace.

Tired breaths pass lonely over the sheets,
to an absent ear, and forgotten lips.

Darkness fell and drowned colours.
Now only black and white remain.

without-grace

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