A poem of love and revenge.
She bares her broken heart with passing breeze
Which tarries just to listen for a while
To bring some comfort to forgotten smile
And stroke her hair to bring her mind some ease
She speaks to it of love that was so vile
A barren desert feeding off her pleas
His promises were only words that tease
What once was she was stolen by his guile
The gentle breeze then whispered girl to sleep
With fragrant scents from Joyous yesteryear
And wiped away the tears which bore her pain
The breeze to storm with vengeance it must reap
Upon the source of tears he didn’t hear
Which will forever cover him with rain
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