Loveless

the lovers enter the little hut
at night the sea breeze is colder
there is no moon

they get out from the little hut
someone follows

he comes back
the lovers are gone

the wind blows
the window flaps

the door closes upon itself
another story of love

he sits on the sandy shore
self-pity sings an aria for him

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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