Monday, September 4, 2023

by Angela Puorro

Time is cruel in melancholy’s capture

A lover’s sacred dance

Stained in my dreamy trance

With echos of love’s laughter

O Cherished in my mind’s reserve 

Weaved into a thought that glows 

It takes all the sorrow away

Until nothing but a smile shows...

Time is sweetened in joy’s rapture 

Lips that kissed learn how to smile 

Sinking into memories all the while 

With hearts that dare not to fracture


By Angela Puorro

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