Leap

The vines of love
Have all died
The leaves of kisses
All withered
And blown away

The storm clouds
Bellow and bluster
Flash in anger
And in silence sit I
with 'alone' an old friend of few words

Time has come, the damage done,
Reparations are made impossoble.
You wear a smile that's a frown inside
Goodbye to all the insults,
All the jeers and innuendos

Time to make a leap

poem by Midnights VoiceReport problemRelated quotes
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