I'm an avid fan of both reading and writing poetry. Below is a piece that I "finished" recently. It's from a series I've been working on entitled "Elora Nights".
You delivered dead roses to my freshly painted front door, your scent still lingered on their frail corpses
You returned to your snow globe with its flower baskets and gallows swinging in the swift, west wind
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