Dying BreathA Poem by Danielle Renee
The dying breath of our love rested
in the mist beneath the willow trees as the night shed stars like tears and cried out with the resentment of our simple speculations. We pushed our promises aside for better days that night, but they blew away with the wind and the rain, erasing themselves from our memories. © 2012 Danielle Renee |
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2 Reviews Added on June 6, 2012 Last Updated on June 6, 2012 AuthorDanielle ReneeHouston, TXAboutI’m a troubled, Texan writer whose soul resides some place beyond New York’s state lines. I believe in tragedies, but never consider fate. I’m not a fan of romance or relationships. .. more..Writing
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