A Honeysuckle AfternoonA Poem by SyberRosePainting/Watteau, The Bird Nester.
André reached deeply into my heart...
He extended his hand and the seed of our love blossomed,
Each step taken was a step closer to being carried by the wind
Without him, a night without moonlight...
As André s whisper disappeared into the silence of no return,
"adeiu, ma chérie"
Moonlight tangerine became a foggy distant memory,
©SyberRose
© 2013 SyberRoseAuthor's Note
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