Marbles
The fiddler's bow, an angel's kiss,
coaxes love from silent quarters,
a haunting palisade.
Desire etched on sweat-slicked memories.
Judgements suspended in the gloom,
Something smiles.
A subtle puppeteer,
on the edge of uncertainty.
Stellar dust settles a sombre night's residue,
an elegy, singing hymns.
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