Moving Poem by Louis Payne

Moving



Having you gone,
Gathered up and leaving,
I watch you go trampling
The trodden track.

I am thinking of nothing now,
Not out of love or grieving,
Just you across
The open field

And nothing feeling.

Thursday, December 11, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: leaving
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