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.