when the moon arrived without you
A metaphor slowly wilts
like a red rose dying
in the sad reflections of a tinted vase
faded petals of unrecited verses
expired in a gentle whisper
as cold winds blew
tonight, a melancholy poem
exhaled its final breathe
when the moon arrived without you
I wanted to thank everyone for their support. I am struggling with my vision and I hope to be back soon to read your blogs and reply to comments on mine,
The Lonely Author 