Cheaters
Beauty
Of love
Can be that of the Rose,
Yet root bound labyrinth
Foot prints
Walking
Away.
Deluge
Of joy
A tearful expression,
Yet a lover’s question
When seen
Best friend
No more.
Inhales
Shadows
As moonlight penetrates,
Silhouettes together
Lost love
Warm heart
Goes cold.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
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