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the broken promise

like a dropping shadow
touching unaffectedly
she leaves just words
that time will never memorize
don't miss her tone
until she's close again
I read, I care, but can't behold
no face, no smile
but tenderness
in voiceless sentiment

1 Kommentar:

Paris Travel Courtesan hat gesagt…

gernot, see my blog for my "promise"