Expired

My time has come.

I’ve turned into thin dust.

Howling winds collected my remains.

My love for you has been carried away.

Silent tears break the waves of enchantment.

My heart is crushed to a pulp.

Dead beneath the sea.

Nothing can revive.

I’m expired.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

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