When the stars realign
That day, when her sweet voice is no longer heard
And the piano is no longer played
Will that be the day when your dreams turn to dust
A failed suitor in an old serenade
That hour, when winter brings warmth to your skin
And the hailstorm feels like a caress
Will that be your hour of deepest despair
A lone king in a lost game of chess
That second, when she appears out of the blue
And she glows like a creature divine
Will that be the second when you start to heal
And the stars once again realign
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Bewitched
PoesíaHello and Welcome to our 2021 February contest. All Poets Pub members are welcome to join in. We will have two prompts for this month, please read all of the rules carefully. Congratulations to our February 2021 Contest Winners!! ~~ First Place ~...
