Saturday, 22 November 2014

Silent Soul

Driftwood tortured, twisted around the tempestuous tides
Coloured flip-flop fighting time, or holding up as it bides

A balloon breaks free un-tethered from its hold
A woman still holding on but reluctantly letting go of hope

The wind prattles, susurrating her song through the trees
Deaf to its melody, the woman crumples as she's freed

Like the sun, his love braved her to face the cold
But it finally set leeching the warmth from her very soul

Driftwood twisting against the ebb and flow of the tide
Flip-flops buried as only time remembers to march on by

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