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Francis Aparici

the empty swing

"Tears are the silent language of grief".
Voltaire

upon the porch she sits in rain
the swing once theirs, now hers alone
its memories of love now flown
her heart engulfed by aching pain
 
a swing of reed, a lover’s throne
where starry eyes met hopes unchained
now silence rests, a loss ingrained
its echoes speak in solemn tone
 
the morning sun casts golden light
upon the seat where love did bloom
now shadows fall in quiet gloom
and hearts no longer share their flight
 
yet still she prays through tears so true
for peace to find her life renew
 
12-27-2024
© F Aparici
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