Lost words

Jane Dougherty Writes

The dverse prompt introduced me to the lai. Here’s another one.

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What was it you said

when you strode ahead,

voice low?

The rain fell like lead,

your words filled with dread,

crept slow.

In your prints I tread,

though our love is dead—

storm crow.

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