Empty Plain
We stare across what has come between us
A vast empty plain
Where love once grew like wild flowers
Now starved of rain
Memories are now just rainbows
High up in the sky
Blown along by the silent wind
That blows tears that we cry
November 23, 2013
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Bridge
PoetryWhat happens when all the talking has stopped? When the love is there but hidden? When the bridge crumbles?
