Friday, 5 May 2017

When Love Moves On

A seeping weeping teardrop
Moving gently heartbreak slow
Told a sorry tale of sadness
Drifting stream of tender flow

Melancholy music beats
In smoky morning lonely scenes
Impressions how it may have been
In flourish sceptered greens

Letters left on kitchen table
Someway expected long ago
Still not noticing the turning key
The quiet closing door below

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