Words Are Hollow

beautiful love poems

Love Poem


After days and nights, many fights,
days of spring and summer,
auburn fall and colder winter.

All the battles we fought together!
All dawns we spent and laughed!
Friends and smiles – what is better!

Words are poor and empty,
meaningless, hollow, grey!
Shadows standing on my way.
Why am I not blind, I ask?
Why am I not deluded?
Just one word… farewell


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photograph by Micah Hallahan


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