Searching For a Sign
The wine was the finest
cuisine smooth as creme
The atmosphere buoyant
garnished with a moonbeam
She searched his eyes for a sign
those deep pools of blue
Tonight, of all nights, iced over
flashing, 'I can never love you'
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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