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The spirit of Iseult cries to the wintry fogs, “Will my Tristan come to me?”, the hazes part and a whispery being moves to take her hand, she recognizes her love in his spirit, she speaks to him “Here you are after the longest time, haven’t you been patient as well?” to which Tristan replies, “Waiting for my beloved is farther than time” they then iridescently sway with each other as the rose and bramble briar are undying for their love.
Yuki Feb 2019
To chase
honesty
in a bramble
rather than
in a thornless
rose.
b Sep 2018
let me take you to my snow storm.
where the trees do shimmer
in ice and fainted sun.

there will be room for two
on these walkways. i
shovelled and scraped
for someone.

watch the brambles waltz
in a light breeze, they look
so content here. they look
so familiar.

— The End —