Untold
From swaying branches, russet leaves are swept
fluttering like butterflies, descending
For their demise and for lost love, I wept
in sorrow, I admit ours is ending
No use in denying or pretending
The causes are vague and remain untold
Vows will be broken, 'to have and to hold'
Teardrops will flow when I whisper "goodbye"
Grief makes me shiver; my hands, icy cold
A gathering of clouds darkens the sky
August 7th, 2020
Pick-A-Title Vol 21 - Dizain Contest
Title Chosen: Untold
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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