Another drape darkens the spring
La Marseilles still rings in my ear
where love was held at bay
from an Arian way
but is one drape ever enough
to cloak the pain of your loss
From lands of the golden crescent
inject your overripe fruits
into my veins and carry
me up to your side
let me float in euphoria
on an over-extended
governors stay
For when or if I wake
my tomorrows will be few
for without love
another precious angel cries
votre amour est tout ce que j'implore
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Author:
TS (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2021 09:20
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Comments3
Haunting write TS
Une vie sans amour....Well written, TS!
Beware of the dark 'poet' who has a history of treating MPS as an introductions agency and strikes, out of the blue when a lady posts a sad poem such, as your well written piece today
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