Empty Streets

Form: Australian Sonnet

Where are the wistful lovers holding hands
As lights expire to the coming of night
Where is the kiss to put the world to right
Against the tide of the modern demands?
The cold hearts that dare not miss the beats
Of time devoured in another warzone
And the romantic soul must dwell alone
While wandering the endless empty streets
Devoid of laughter there is nothing found
With tender thoughts lost in convenience
Yet hope glimmers in the fading distance
As whispers speak over the vacant ground
In words of love the poet makes a dare
With old romance his heart has come to share

©JG Farmer 2013

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