Adieu
Her billowing dress beckons me
Her bouncing curls wave to me.
Her retreating footsteps fading away
Her diminishing frame bidding me adieu.
I realise my mistake - too late.
I never valued her love- bad fate.
Copyright © Leena Auckel | Year Posted 2024
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