When Time and Death Fall in LoveA Poem by streetrose
Statues crumble and smiles break
Moonlight haunts the branches Silver wings stir the shadows Flowers return to the earth Tiny feet leave tiny trails Dew drops cling to ancient moss Aspen leaves rustle and settle Ivy vines choke the walls Slowly, they succumb to death As anger takes us all © 2016 streetrose |
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