Summer love holding tenderly, washing one in the tears of
yesterday's love.

So lost and beautiful, penetrating the solace of this
heart and allowing it to continue into the future somehow.

Not knowing where the strength to go on comes from, falling
beneath the covers of abandoned loss.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Comments (1)

Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.