Broken Vow Poem by Lenie Flor Lot

Spirits lingered in the air
as I sand the songs of yesterdays.
Tears cloyded my eyes,
'Can't go back, ' I whispered to myself,
stiffened and cold as an ice.
'Let go when the pain is too much,
Move on when you heart tells you
it is a must.
Don't look back while the wound is still fresh.
Walk on before love turns rage.'
the wind cried.
Heaven's grief started to fall
but in the road we met
will wash our trace no more.