Clear Skies Poem by Not Long Left

Clear Skies



She hovers like a lost lonely cloud
I have no rope long enough to reach her
She begs for rescue but the wind is to loud
She fades into the distance like a falling feather.

On this Green bed I grieve at her passing,
blades beneath my feet pierce flesh and bone.
This fool had believed that love was everlasting
And for that stands under a clear sky- Alone.

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