The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows.
Now their love lies a loss
And Love and his patients roar on a chain;
From every tune or crater
Carrying cloud, Death strikes their house.
Too late in the wrong rain
They come together whom their love parted:
The windows pour into their heart
And the doors burn in their brain.
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Comments1JUST READ THIS POEM FOR MY ENGLISH HW. REALLY DEEP AND A BIT SAD, BUT LIKED IT ALOT. ITS LIKE A STORY ON LOVE AND LOSS. THOUGHT PROVOKING FOR SURE.