The Last Traces Of Love Poem by DM W
The Last Traces Of Love
O the last traces of love are now scattered,
Over this darkened room, and pale ghosts whisper
Falsehoods into our ears. O this room
Was once adorned with all the fragrant flowers
Of the seasons, and glowed with a magical
Light. But Time's shadows seem to be lengthening,
And it now provides no comfort for the wounded;
And no warm shelter from the incoming storm.
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