#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 they hide
fear of letting one inside.
Carrying all the pain that's gone
a scar that keeps you holding on.
A hope that one day you will feel
love in the heart that you hold dear.
Your love's the hue the sun is you
watching the most gorgeous view.
I touched the love you have inside
I saw your soul try to hide.
You're lost is sight that I can see
and you will always be a part of me.
I love you.


© "Cloud
11/27/20
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