December Reverie
Is there a time when love is new?
Love is old~
as old as the rocks, the sea, the air.
Love is a liar as timeless as eternity.
The singer sings her blue song,
the sort that lingers such a long time
after the truth has been washed
in the whiteness of life.
The memory of you lies against my heart,
like a cold soul seeking an ember
from the banked fire,
in the depth of a winter night.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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