Faded memories

My first Terza rima. for Pond poetry contest.

Standing on the corner, the street so bare
Shadows, long, creeping up the building walls
Memories invade, of an old love affair

Standing alone knowing there will be no calls
Her heart, is breaking, filled with pure regret
Feelings, her soul, running through empty halls

Her ways were always so very narrow set
Now she was all alone, with only the street
Would her tender heart ever heal and forget

A love that was always tender and sweet
She had to be discreet, Destroyed by Deceit.


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