Broken Sky


Her beauty is undeniable,
his temptation remains firm.
When she passes him by,
his insides squirm.

Like a witch in the hunt,
a prize to be caught.
The boy has his focus,
mind not distraught.

Breaking from tradition,
her tribal role gone,
No understanding her choice,
why must she move on?

Lost in hopeless sea,
bound to that place.
Heart may bleed Cherokee,
but joy has left his face.

Wind now calls,
moon beckons high.
He'll wait out his days,
under his pale broken sky.

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