Saturday, November 8, 2014

The letter


Your letter did elaborate,
fired with new demands,
surrendered to the fireplace;
black and slack it burns.

Your cruelty did perforate,
my hopes and heart besides,
true love you did exasperate;
can’t tolerate your lies.

Candle gutters shallow,
silver wine jug gleams,
passion does incinerate;
destroys eternal dreams.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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