Crossroads
They split and chose divergent ways.
I wondered where their love had gone.
There was no sign of passing phase;
They split and chose divergent ways
As embers died after the blaze
Turning to ashes. Thereupon,
They split and chose divergent ways.
I wondered where their love had gone.
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A Triolet Poetry Contest
Hosted by Kim Merryman
Placed 1st
© 23rd May 2021
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