The moon slept on that lonely dirt road
As the clouds wept muddying the ground
A Victorian house set at the top of the soggy hill
My sweetheart’s home
I drove in circles for hours
wondering why she left me.
Her graceful silhouette waltzes
as a gentle breeze ruffles the silky drapery
With damp eyes, I turned the wheel,
slid down the slippery drive
And drove through the tear flooded street,
Alone again
Without her
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Beautiful imagery, Nancy.
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