The Perfect Tale; A Tragic EndA Poem by Mazie
Warm words of love, soft-spoken - were they true?
The sweetest summer passed in turns of song, Harmonic days of bliss; two souls anew. They stood, in hand, as Sun set days long gone. The warmth, the touch, to melt their solitude, And innocent, the words they played did show... But tongues spit lies across the desert dunes, When ice-cold hit, the words proved just as so; When seasons changed, words fell among the dead. What lay unspoken left them all contrite; The perfect tale would bear a tragic end Once cold consumed what once was true and right. The day, it came, when all revealed as wrong, And love, it died, with Summer's doleful song...
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