The last word was spoken
The last petal fell
Spent the last token
and dry was the well
The sun birthed the evening
and dusk ate the path
lost was all meaning
and broken the glass
Nothing to hold us
and nowhere to stay
no one to scold us
as we walked away
So ends the story
it all turned to sand
the sky remained starless
and barren the land
Writing notes:
And so it is done the 100 days of poetry has ended. Thank you to for hosting it. I will post one final report in the next days
(Image credit Dave Renike and a portrait of the fair jubilee made by myself turned into this here universal truth meme)
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