Beauty
Beauty makes me weep.
Laughter makes me lost.
Autumn colours so bright,
too cheery for my mind.
My purpose lost - my passion gone,
heavy loneliness surrounds me.
A longing look, a fresh new start?
Copyright © Marianne Duffy | Year Posted 2017
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