Lost Love
My life is unveiled in a poem ---
a poem of dark, sadness and pain
This poem breathes and breathes
with darkest experience; no gain
Thou it rhymes in perfection, yet
lasting heart aches and despairs it only brings
to chain innocent soul for years
in peripheral solitude, I remember
the first morn of April
when I met you
like a naked lady on a shoreline rocks
braving the passing wind; you glow
with your pink smile
you’ve shown
me the morning sunshine, but as it fades away
your beauty loses its integrity
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