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A season
no more
that mad season.
You played your part
too well.
Love, a long fall.
Could it have been anyone?
That need, to pour my heart,
my affection, my dreams out
to spill onto the ground
nourishing nothing, growing nothing.
It had to end
with the first snowflakes
that hint of winter.
If others were baffled
I'm still in the dark
fumbling for the light switch
still missing you....
April 27, 2008
© 2008 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2008-04-28 at 09:04
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Fall
A season
no more
that mad season.
You played your part
too well.
Love, a long fall.
Could it have been anyone?
That need, to pour my heart,
my affection, my dreams out
to spill onto the ground
nourishing nothing, growing nothing.
It had to end
with the first snowflakes
that hint of winter.
If others were baffled
I'm still in the dark
fumbling for the light switch
still missing you....
April 27, 2008
© 2008 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 615 times
Written on 2008-04-28 at 09:04
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