Swarm of Promises | (I don't need them)

You came with pollen on your breath,
A futurefaking forest hymn.
Your smile, too soft to taste of death,
Lit dusk along the river’s rim.

A swarm of vows began to rise—
With wings of gold, with hearts untrue.
The flies came next—dark shadow spies—
And circled where the laurel grew.

You touched like rain on temple stone,
Then vanished through the yarrow field.
Your voice once warm was not your own—
A charm the flies were sent to shield.

Coda

Beneath the dark, your promise burns,
A fragile flame that dares to fight.
Though shadows rise and silence yearns,
Love holds its ground beyond the night.

Kay, 1o. June 2o25 via AI

Moin
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