Hast thou forgotten me so soon?
Left to lark in the dark corners of your crimes

Hast thou forgotten me so soon?
A tender night once wished,
Banished to the tune,
Of an empty harp,
I cover wounds,
Left to lark.
If only,
We found a love unwound,
By the bounds of a fate,
Forgiven by the stars.
Did we ever truly know,
The centerpiece of a doe,
In the moonlight,
Under snow covered hills,
Standing beside a heavy thrill,
Of a mountaintop left until,
The twig snaps,
And time relapse,
To push us forward,
Past the solitude of the
Silence?
I breathe in,
Your presence near
A force so bold
The world could disappear
In a day
We once prayed
Alas, to our dismay
The dawn arrived
In moments time
Left lusted
in your crime.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.



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