Day 173



The breeze,
Catches me.
With a hint of
Rosemary.
A dash of
Cinnamon.
A wiff of
Love,
And ceremony.
I can see shadows bloom,
And shadows decay,
As blood boils
Within me.
I hear the wind,
The clash of swords.
As another day ends,
And with it
A life.

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