Love’s Illusion

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Picture thanks to Paul Militaru

Lovehearts and butterflies,
connected by brittle bones,
harmonise a scale of chords
separated once by melancholy
and disenchantment
of past players –
such echoes still permeate
the dried staff of veins that course
with  forgotten music  only
daylight hears – its
fixed stare resists sleep
behind sepia expectations
of blossoming love, and will fight
one last blink,
relentless against the weight of twilight,
so that lovehearts and butterflies
do not just become yesterday’s leaves
lingering on autumn’s hand,
reluctant to let go
whilst there is still a chance for
love to come.

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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