From Traces of Anguish
Seasons droop with age
trailing like your footprints, gone
while anguish leaves me homeless.
Above, stars engrave
vignettes of our first moondance - -
till I burst into bleak tears.
Re-post 05/04/2019
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Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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