This heart beats,
awaiting love's coffin
which will surely come,
for how can anything so beautiful
linger on?
This world cannot contain it
amidst the ugly darkened doors
which slam shut on anything of beauty.
The moon darkens,
flowers wither;
This love hangs on
as I clutch it to my breast,
careful not to clutch too tightly,
and careful not to let it slip away;
Love's coffin
is a greedy visitor
that will not be denied...
but what about me deserves
this love,
warm like honey,
a shelter to my soul...


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And, with much more vigor!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Since I’m in the middle of Finals week, I hate to admit, but I must give in to the temptation of leaving a generic comment
But to give it a little personal touch, I added some artwork for you to enjoy!
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This is so powerful. It has a melodic tone to it. The sorrow is palpable.