cursed moving on ~

Come and enjoy this wistful and romantic poem – CURSED MOVING ON

tornadoday

end of the road

lord knows
the fields are empty now –
by summer burned away

and I wonder
do you miss
the tender nights

do you think about
forever –
a sunrise such as this
when clouds compete –
a winter quilt
july

do you dream
without permission
awake within a sigh –
stumble out of ribbons
to the porch

do you speak of me
into the still
where morning waits
the night

do you watch
the road –
and curse the moving on

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