Columns Of Solomon

She sat near the columns of Solomon,
her green liquid pools
overflowing their banks
and running down in streams
across her petite features.
The dreams they had were shattered
as the sword was thrust into his heart
draining his life away
on grasslands far away.
She sit alone now
near the columns of Solomon
her petite features stained
with tears flowing
for her lost love
gone now from her forever.

23 November 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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