Your love..
#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
The color of your heart a tinted blue,
a fading love of use to be.
Eyes that sought the soul...
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
The color of your heart a tinted blue,
a fading love of use to be.
Eyes that sought the soul...