Mid-September
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amoran
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A short poem about love and brokenness

Mid-September

When we met in mid-September

When we met in mid-September The first night with him in my arms

I saw his face as weathered

I saw his face as weathered As a rose oppressed by thorns

When he turned to me so slowly

When he turned to me so slowly With the most earnest eyes,

I could feel his desperation

I could feel his desperation For a moment of delight

But when he cried, so deep accurst,

But when he cried, so deep accurst, My soul was deeply hollowed

As the night gave way to smoky crimson,

As the night gave way to smoky crimson, The wind did moan in sorrow

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