Season of Heartaches

Posted: October 22, 2013 in Uncategorized

Quazism

When

smiles turn brittle

and our flowering love wilts

When our flaming sun loses heat

And a thousand gardens turn into cemeteries

When the Idea of us blossoming

      becomes a dry memory

crushed by

a fading infatuation.

I will endure the cold

and hold you again in

the spring

time

 ©Richard Quaz Roodt(2011)

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This poem is linked to (Poets United:Think tank. prompt :Winter )http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/  and d’Versepoets.com OpenlinkNight  And In Tandem #9 

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  1. brian miller says:

    nice empowering ending…
    the brittle sun up front is very cool…

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