Exceptional Free Verse One Thousand Cranes : Dust in the Wind by Gypsy Blue Rose

What will be left of our love       when you walk through that door             and your scent left behind                   perpetuates lost hope   All the sweet nothings       will be swiped by winter winds             drift across withered fields                   covered by useless chagrin   The swooshing and howling       of tempest’s crescendo thrust             and eolian gusts                    reaps my dismantled heart   When your passion runs out       the happy couple carcass              will pass on with time and only a glimmer of us will last      Author Notes "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." ~ Dr. Seuss Perpetuates = goes on forever Tempest = violent wind storm Crescendo = gradual, steady increase Eolian = wind activity; the wind's ability to shape the surface of the Earth Painting: Ikenaga Yasunari Thank you for reading my poem. Gypsy "A sunset is the sun's fiery kiss to the night." - Crystal Woods

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