CPAS Readers

F.L.F.

A bench to warm and a thought to ponder
The misty window pane made light in blur
On sweetened air that's now tasteless
In curled lips, as birds chirping; it echoed: "I'm waiting"
We know it came the foxy motive, then
It appeared it was admired from darkened places crept
then finally sundered by a decisive choice.
Ti's wasn't sandman's trick even fate gave up its due.
I is a farewell when Flickering Lights Fade.