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The Final Tide

Years later, when these tears have dried
with the mist
will you even recognise the pain
that's floated down the years?

Years later, when we walk beneath
teary-eyed skies,
will you spare a moment and laugh
at how dry my eyes look?

Years later, when all my love
has turned to loss
Will you turn to me and whisper that
all that anger was love?

Comments

shivya said…
That's some really beautiful poetry :)
Roger Stevens said…
Very nice poem. Will all your love turn to loss?
Anonymous said…
Beautiful poem. I love it...
lovely but sad
Roger Stevens said…
Lacking inspiration? Or just very busy...?

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