NAPOWRIMO- Scarecrow

He stood there anxiously

waiting for her to come
One last time he had promised
to end this unrequited love
He revisited his memories leaning across them
Tattered, broken and deserted like him.
He gulped his sorrow, looking towards her way,
As those weak visions fell down into the bubble of tears
She watched him dryly as the lamb was grieving in pain
the love that was to be offered as sacrifice for her sake
But she was taken, transfixed and melted
As he like a scarecrow, spread his arms wide open
To envelope under him the world of lost love forever one last time…
Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life

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