Arabian Sunset

Keith

A curtain is drawn
I shield my eyes
To not see
But I feel
Despite the years
And all the tears.
A fountain springs
Brings to life
Memories that bless.
Behind the veil
She calls to me

Pulls my world into hers.
A butterfly dies
Beauty begs for life
A keyhole closes
A lock turns.
And I try to understand
But I’m weak.
Her face fades
And a church rises
Where once we lay.

  • Author: Keith (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 12th, 2022 04:25
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Rozina

    Beautiful.



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