Fate is fickle, within silken wishes,
lost in dreams, as stars softly fade.
Hearts don’t lie, inside soft silent kisses,
like crystal memories replayed.
His cunning smile, is just a facade,
from scars suffering in silence.
Shimmering in red, that one summer odd,
where shifting sands eclipsed sight’s sense.
In a bashful glance, our yesterday’s gone,
only in dreams, spoken in vain.
As silhouettes dance, the river flows on,
where the truth unfurls in the rain.
Let my words be few, and my actions sing,
and let love cleanse my soul from pain.
Thanks for the inspiration!











you used the phrase bank very well.. a heartfelt and emotional write baby boy... the flow was soft and yet this was an intense read.. wonderful job hun.. best of luck in the contest baby boy.

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