Daily Archives: August 10, 2017

Forlorn Love


She is in love.
The face glows.
She smiles
for no reason.

She dialogues
with her man.
Confronts, kisses.
Romances in a dream.

Like the clouds
the love drifts
through unknown
pastures. It disappiates.

She turns a shrew Looks
daggers, speaks venom.
A sordid reflection of a
beaten mind.