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Psaltydog's Thoughts


What of Love


Cobblestone with mildewed surface
Moss growing from the cracks
Barefoot maiden with careworn face
Worn satin cape upon her back

The morning mist forms a slimy surface
Moisture sponges from the cracks
Bare feet damp, tallies a teary face
What life, would she dare look back

Ghostly forms ‘gainst a hazy sun
Ghostly morn where no two can run
What of love, from two hearts begun
What of love, and the song that’s sung

Two hearts lost upon a glassy surface
A tarnished ring lost in satin cracks
What life, to never see your face
What life, would we dare look back

Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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