We were poetry

We were poetry

 

beautiful verses bound together

on soft breezes of love and desire

 

but sadly

now nothing more than

 

yesterday’s stanzas

torn and scattered on the winds...

 

drifting slowly apart

 

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Isn't that the whole story of art, beauty, and love? The beginning, the middle, and the end? As artists, I wonder if we aren't more susceptible to goodbyes....

[willweb]

It sure does seem that way.

[DIVYA]

A very beautifully expressed, sad and sorrowful reality.
To be scattered in the winds, perhaps to be carried to new places, new things....
I'd like to think there was a beginning in this ending....

[willweb]

There was my friend and I am still sad to this day that there had to be an ending, but, oh well. read moreThere was my friend and I am still sad to this day that there had to be an ending, but, oh well.
Thank you again for your friendship and nice comments

[DIVYA]

Always here to read and appreciate your words, dear friend. You're welcome.

[Robert Trakofler]

Yesterday's stanzas are tomorrow's realities, my friend:) I strongly believe every time we fashion a line we propel those stanzas to a grand furtherance!

[willweb]

I guess we can hope...thanks so much