Love is

Azura Nightsong

Like a dance through the trees
Or a song through the breeze
Love is a gift
Given by gods.

But when it turns sour
Your soul is devoured
Love is a curse
For the rest of your days

  • Author: Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 11th, 2017 06:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: I was too tired from my lifeguard course to write, so here's an old one. Hope you like it.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • myself and me

    The sour does start with sweet. Nice expression.



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