Last Decision of Love

“I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.” ? Langston Hughes She ambled down the perfumed garden as the moon rose high in the darkening sky, Stygian night was falling rapidly, Dark clouds rushed up high, hiding the moon. A fine drizzle of rain began. She cared not. Fragrant was the night so full of blooms, but she went to the cool stream that ran nigh. She undressed and jumped though she could not swim, hoping that her soul would die in the rippling flow, Perhaps she could rid herself of the heat in her head? Was it not the fault of that the miscreant, betraying cheat? Placed 1