Day Twelve, April Pad Challenge

“The Unbroken”

Beneath this stone a broken heart:
here, hidden, in this silent place,
Low hangs brave moss this tree imparts
a shining grace

Where once my youthful boaster beamed
and I did kiss him ‘pon his mouth.
He laughed at all our broken dreams
that did go south.

But O, if I could love again
those broken dreams, remembered well:
the dream of him would be my end
for any hell.

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