
caressing the strings
of the lyre, our poetry gently
elevated lilting melodies
upon a sunny breeze, as it sifted
the finest sands of immortality
eternal love slipped through the sieve
leaving behind its fragile watermark
as shimmering granules washed away
with the swollen tide and time
together with our fervent love
gone is the endlessly drifting sand
of our immortal poetry - now
discarded flotsam in the sea



I'm glad you like my poem!!!
Thanks for stopping in, and for the kudos, it really means a lot... I'll be over your way to visit very soon. 





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