Apart

We used to smile at dawns,
at evenings we called moon
to join us in a waltz
of joy playing its tune.
We used to call it love
with firestorms in heart
yet zest dismayed the dove,
soaring ardours above
till found the peace apart.

© Simona Prilogan

Photo by Sharmaine Monticalbo from Pexels

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