Lost Love Poem by Ludolf Dauphin

Lost Love



The blue crest of winter night spread over the ocean
bringing with it, a cluster of ivory mists
Playing along with the crescent moon,
And like a swift wind, love make haste
as heart sings the bluest of blues,
Even with all the beauty of nature,
sleep was no more as love seems lost.

Saturday, February 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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