TruthOld wounds too deep
to mention
‘neath a lovers sky
as clouds fulfill their role
and keep passing by

thought suspended
(for now)
as words clutch at straws
sway in the breeze


the truth burns
I gaze upon its flame
and re-live
the mortal storm.


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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.