The stench of love's defeat

In clouds of fading voices

In clouds of fading voices I reach for birds aloft

In clouds of fading voices I reach for birds aloft I hear their chirping calls

In clouds of fading voices I reach for birds aloft I hear their chirping calls and feel their feathers soft

my fingers stroke their warmth

my fingers stroke their warmth but heartbeats seem to stop

my fingers stroke their warmth but heartbeats seem to stop and vibrant eyes turn black

my fingers stroke their warmth but heartbeats seem to stop and vibrant eyes turn black and all life seems to drop

all left is but a corpse

all left is but a corpse beside my shaking feet

all left is but a corpse beside my shaking feet as other birds all flee

all left is but a corpse beside my shaking feet as other birds all flee the stench of love's defeat

The end (There was my miserable poem of the day!)

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