The wind skims across the lake,
Creating ripples above.
I hear the sound of a twig break,
as did my love.
The hours we spent together,
Full of fighting and rage.
Things never seemed to get better.
I think it’s time we flip to a new page.
As I walk through the forest,
I remember all the bad times.
The birds sing a chorus,
With the ring of distant wind chimes.
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Author:
burniskg2023 (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2024 11:00
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Very great poem Kennedy! You're a talented poet!
Thanks! I put my heart and soul into this!
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