Magna Corda - Poem by Andy Brookes
I tried to write of our love
But the pages were dumb.
The ink dissipated on the page
And each thought was not enough.
The flowers in the garden shook their heads,
They knew that life is short and beauty fades.
I tried to sketch your face in words
But it flew illusive, a transitory thing.
Poor words are were never enough
Could never be enough.
They melt like a snowflake
Cool upon the tongue the in an instant gone.
The wind does not write its name
The stones weather in the stream
And will not endure.
Sometimes things are too big.
I tried to write of our love, I failed.
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