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Love's But A Dream - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

Love's but a dream
It comes and goes
Like seasons through the year,
It cannot last
And soon shall disappear.
A passing cloud
That gently floats
Across the evening sky,
The embers burn
Until no more
Then slowly fade and die.
A fallen leaf
Upon the ground
That crumbles into dust,
A barren plain
Where nothing grows
A grave for hope and trust.

Topic(s) of this poem: verse

Form: Verse

Comments about Love's But A Dream by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

  • Jazib Kamalvi (8/10/2017 3:21:00 AM)

    A nice poetic imagination, Andrew. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks (Report) Reply

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  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (1/25/2016 8:42:00 AM)

    Verily, lovely woven poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 13, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, November 13, 2015

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