Deima Poetry Challenge #40 – FLOAT in the B Rhyme line – by Ronovan
When the last leaf from lemon tree-
the golden one with wind shall float,
those last words of love I shall quote,
dipped in gold and etched in pure glee.
Lugged by a weak crippled feathery,
that shall squawk across the oceans,
in constant vain and devotion,
insisting through silence and mist,
shattering rumors in preexist,
on love that kept hearts in motion.
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