It Is Over Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
It Is Over
A voice barely audible whispers
in monotone hues; intent to sever
Speaking as though all knowing…
peeling away layers of forever
The surface of stability begins
to crumble… as a smile freezes
The luster of a promise disintegrates
into an ocean void of loving breezes
The fragrance of a fading bouquet
loses its aromatic sweetness
as silent footsteps walk away
rendering completeness speechless
6/9/2011
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