#34

A ripple in a lake, a gust of wind in the fields
A brilliant outtake with exuberant yields

A smile fades as do the days, silently turning as if searching for something
Three days gone and still no change, and I feel as if something is rearranged

Each day I'm spending with you, my back becomes sore
I'll travel alone for now, I can't handle this weight anymore

I've found loneliness in you, company in solitude
One more line and I'm through, pacing a room with a delicate hue.