BYE LOVE
Black silk
pink flowers
a softness
his walking fingers
cannot touch
A scent only dreams
can produce
Her intoxicating aroma
cradles his heart
and makes it vulnerable
Gold frames her face
like a priceless painting
unable to be copied
for eternity
Eyes
the longer you look into
the deeper you fall
so white and blue
the sky becomes envious
But in them
lives no reflection
of him
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© Doghaus
10 December 2017
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