Where does love go
When it dies.
To a lakeside
Or bluest of blue skies.
Does the moon call it home.
Or the stars watch it roam,
Guided by their own torchlight.
Does it fly like a kite.
Or plummit to the ocean.
Will that poetry in motion
Fill a page
In some poet's unwritten book.
Will it come back with a look
In a strangers eyes.
Where does love go
When it dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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