Our love
was the forest
growing and flourishing
over the centuries
But the forest
is like the plot to a story
the action can only rise so far
before it reaches its peak
The falling action ensues
and this is the blazing fire
which consumed our love
mercilessly
Leaving our beautiful forest
simply mine to bear
And I wait anxiously for the day
it will flourish once again.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 11th, 2017 16:53
- Category: Love
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Comments5
"Forest" is one of my favorite words. This work is pretty dang good. Thanks for this, happy writing!
a clearing in the forest
Baylee, using the forest as a metaphor for your love is very beautifull and fitting. As your forest/love grows it becomes stronger protecting from rain, wind, and even too much sunshine. It is sad when the forest/love burns down, but from and nourished by the ashes a new, maybe even much more beautiful forest/love will start to grow.
You wrote a very wonderful poem. Thank you.
Sooner than you think your forest will have flourished again. It is so beautiful to be young and have your heart available waiting for another love. Thanks for sharing your feelings.
Thank you everyone
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