The photo associated with this poem is titled “The Eye of Lake Champlain”©️ taken by Felina Silver
Violet heart, tender from sorrow’s cruel sting,
Eyes sealed by storms of trembling fear.
Left broken, as you cast my love aside—
discarded like refuse at dusk’s end.
Still, I clung with quiet fervor,
faithful to a love that never turned to see me.
I release the dream—I let it drift
into the hush where lost hopes go.
My stories, once lush with golden ends,
are now entombed in shadowed pages.
With grace, I vanish from the light,
unseen by the eyes I longed to meet.
Adrift, bewildered, I wander still,
haunted by what might have been.
In the silence of my solitary room,
I walk the edges of a dream,
etching new chapters in the ink of what-if.
When Fate Rewrites Its Tale©️
By Felina Silver – Copyright©️ July 2025

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