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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The August Moon Betrayed



If this is love,
please take
it from me.
My innocence
surrendered
to only
hear your
goodbye song.

I was a child
yesterday
looking
for my prince,
today I feel
ancient.

Why did
The August
moon betray me?
Under its spell
I believed your
words of love.

Leave me
as you say you must.
Take summer
with you.
My heart
no longer warm
now feels
the frost of winter.


©Susie Clevenger 2011





5 comments :

Erratic Thoughts said...

Goodbyes are very painful, they leave a chill on a summer evening...
Very well said...I liked the title very much...

Doctor FTSE said...

Yes . . the title has a certain resonance. Well Magpied.

Steve Isaak said...

Solid, mood-effective work.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

That's sad. Nicely done. But sad.

Helen said...

Full moon tonight ... no goodbyes in sight!

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