Our Man in Europe, davedelacroix… A Tale of Love.
AT THE END, SOME end of the Day when We, tired, said ADIEU!...like lost Loves.
At some END of the day when, uncannily, we USURP all that we have, knowing, in a SMILE, a parting-cheek kiss..
AT some end of the day, time to come, LAIN in separate death chambers, Unknowing, decaying, skeleton on skeleton and a tale of Love that WE had found.
c2019. davedelacroix, truro. u.k.
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