The brutal torture
of betrayal hung
like a swinging blade
over any faith in love.
Duties influenced,
honoured in loyalty
...where now,
a wind of change,
tore savage at
the ragged edges
of damaged love.
But here,
brought together
by chance conversation,
a slow thaw entered.
Alone together again
the agony of their past
gained a shared beauty
of it's own.
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dusk arising (
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Comments5
A fine write dusk.
Deep and emotional, but brutal
Well done dusk, I especially like that last stanza!
May that beauty always be there for you d a.
Andy
Nice one
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