One day, I will see what you meant that day on the cliffs.
Daring me to take the steep dive down, else die trying.
You wanted me to find that glittering smile, the bright hands that clasped our altar.
We both thought I'd never stumble, because I rarely faltered in my convictions
So how could you think I would fall?
Godlike smoulders, ashes dark and faded in the glow of our fire.
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Never In Spring ✓
PoesíaAlways winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024 Winner...
