The End Of The Affair Poem by Roy Ballard
The End Of The Affair
Those late reflections in your eyes,
those lilies of the moon, those green
dye-wetted silks, those emeralds tell
the truth too clear, too plainly and too well.
Hang in the wind and spill your colours out
you alien banners of unpleasant truth:
there is no love to hold you close to me.
Let oceans burn away and heaven's flame
consume the earth: the thing remains the same
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4/25/2024 5:04:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Late reflections in eyes still convey about love originated. Very fantastic sharing done definitely.10