Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist


The moon sets, sun reaches its pinnacle,
He will move on, no-one to hold him back,
Just lingering memories of the one he holds dear,
She lied, betrayed his trust, claimed he was at fault.

The stars no longer sparkle,
On the love, the gods have deemed her,
No longer of worth, decision has been made,
Time heals all wounds, her place retained in the chamber.

© 2013-2016

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