The Fall

by Skye Bothma about a year ago in heartbreak

A Fleeting Brush with Love

The Fall

I wrote this poem in 2003 about someone I was falling for, but sadly it was never meant to be. It seems this is how love always turns out for me.

The Fall

Sleepy splashes of sunset gold,sighed softly and sank toward the sun.Floating on the scented air,two distant souls collided,suspended by the swirling breeze,spiraled skyward;separate yet inseparable, danced slow and serene,sensitive to the ebb and flow,sweetly spellbound.

Then stirring,overcome by gravity, succumbed.And severed, were swept away,carrying the moment in memory sealed.

© Skye Bothma, 2003

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Skye is an author and artist living the country dream in rural New Zealand. She's terminally single, and lives with her pet rabbit, Trixie. Follow her at: www.facebook.com/skyebothmanz or visit her website: www.skyebothma.nz

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