Stars burnt out, no longer do they shine.
Moon no longer casts its beauty upon the heart.
No bird songs does the soul hear.
Only sadness is felt, as darkness enters
on a cloak of solitude, bringing gifts
of broken dreams and promices.
Leaving the soul to bleed upon the sand,
a love lost and mourned.
~*~
With no love,
we are as driftwood, carried by the tide,
and thrown upon the shore,
rejected and alone.
~*~ ~*~
© 2008 Angel's Whispers (All rights reserved)

Hello Dear Poet,
Thanking you in advance for reading my words and also for any comments left.
I appreciate your thoughts dearly and hope that you have enjoyed the read.
Take care and many beautiful blessings of love and happiness.
Your friendly AP Angel,
~Angel-anne~







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