broken by anelephantcant
east winds blow from frosted Alps
ransack the barren sands
spume driven from ignoble waves
futile as empty hands
breakers crash on broken steps
rocks and pebbles rumble down
tears crash onto broken hearts
wash the laughter from the clown
love’s warmth is only transient
like the Scottish summer sun
it all too quickly fades and cools
unhappy winter bleakly comes
the trout stand high on twitching tails
as the raiders bruise the waters
mindlessly spent evil intent
towards mothers and their daughters
trickles echo through the pipes
like a thousand voices talking
draughts creak through cracked window frames
like a thousand night birds squawking
Orion watches full moon’s light
harass fleeing coyotes
across the cliff top’s broken stones
and rain drains dried love away
he sees the swimmers through the window
limbs writhing awkwardly
he knows that he lacks elegance
no matter what black borders say
one stone sends ripples outward
as a smile enchants a soul
the next splash causes conflict
two halves don’t make a whole
anelephantcant 
The water looks the same colour as the North Sea. 🙂
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C’est tres beau…et tres vrai. Il n’y a ni amour heureux ni amour qui dure. C’est trop dur.
C’est a se demander porquoi on y reve encore alors que l’on sait que, au mieux, c’est impossible, et que l’eventualite d’un sourire qui enchante, nous brise le coeur en mille morceaux a chaque fois…
Ppfftt! Perte de temps.
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Can I share this on my twitter?
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Beautifully written but is washed with such a sad tone.
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AnElephant has written a fantastic poem
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Beautiful.
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