Love's Triumph In Isolation

joy faces me
two hands hold my
hand calloused
by sorrow

the past fades
your fingers
entwine with
my fingers

as we walk
to a distance
no word comes
to say to sing

there are trees
and palms and roses
there is a bright day
ahead of us

such a beautiful world
we affirm

love can triumph
in isolation

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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