My love for you hangs
underneath overcast skies,
uncertainty cloaks its erosion.

While it flourishes as game
released on a firing range,
it disregards obvious fate.

Where radiance stood,
a bleak mist smothers
any inkling of splendor.

Any fervency left mutates
into a final powder,
only to be seized

by winds of indifference
calling for its end.
Can its last voice be a hint?

A hope once strong, steady,
now desperately shouts
that it remains alive.

~ C.I. Mues

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