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No More.
Now stilled the ocean's
ceaseless quest
as mighty oaks let fall
their crowns.
The Skylark's song drips
cracked and raw
across a careless dawn;
while rays of gold
no more bequeath
the smile that lit upon
my door.
For time's cruel hand
has taken back
the heart that beat within
my own.
A Fine Line
"a carless dawn" - captured my imagination and did not let go. ~allets~
Thank you so much Stella, I'm
Thank you so much Stella, I'm so pleased you connected with it :-) sue.