Passing Melancholy

Upon my dearest’s brow
sits a little cloud.

Speaking of everything,
I cajole and sing,
but only time persuades
that interloper to sway.

Again she’ll smile
even if I’m away.

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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