Missing the Signs

in the red dawn like a rose petal a sailboat rocked on the sea
in the red dusk like a dying ember a quiet settled across the empty sea

there’s a trace of wild in the northern wind
there’s a trace of musk in the terrestrial wind

and there’s no one to note the life of a ghostly presence
and there’s no one to lament, there’s no grieving presence


The prompt is from dVerse: Symploce – the  combined use  of anaphora and epiphora.

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