Love Without Hope
Above, the blushing blood moon vexes silken ebon space
with shadows in the mournful mist recalling, pale, a wistful trace -
her farewell smile I viewed through tears that almost veiled her face -
she turned her head and whispered low 'another time, another place...'
Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2016
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