
Weekend Writing Prompt #188 – Languid | Sammi Cox (wordpress.com)
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The languid time of evening
Comes in flames,
Searching horizons
In their lazy, twisting way
For truths and hearts.
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Forever searching
For another flaming heart
To serve as a twin
As if that could be found
In such languid searching
In slowing time
Between sunset and sunrise,
Each a prize of flame,
never finding another flaming heart.

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