The Muttering Retreats
To whisper in the eyes of a lover
and find the cold frozen tip of a tear
in silence, our blue hearts would discover
that love had become fragile and austere
through our emotion's brawl
and our dreadful downfall
inlaid in our heart's wall
to understand
our wonderland
turned desert land
The shattered love we could not recover
Had its time, yet we will always revere
The muttering retreats in our minds fall
like pouring sand...
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Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2018
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