Amid the wild brush, a façade of dying wisteria exposes her despair.

Abandoned, no longer trusted, her covering is forsaken.

Hauntings parade her splintering halls.

Scorched by the sweltering sun, her shell is falling.

Rusted by rains, her crimsoned crown is failing;

She weeps on the inside.

 

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Photograph by Angela Tyler-Rockstroh

 Glazed in murk, the portals of her soul craze in love’s light.

Her walls crave vibrations of laughter.

Her heart covets the aroma of communion.

Her thresholds yearn to be graced.

Thwarted by the setting suns,

Her desires ebb to the shadows;

She weeps on the inside.

 

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