Frailty

Earth.
her stone sanctuary path
of mossy ground
struggles.
harnessed dead by cold
of dusty heartless
idols.
her trailing foolish ways
of icy wilderness
foibles.

Can I say I write these poems in just a day. Any comments are greatly appreciated. Please leave a thought or two on any of my poems.  Thank you for your opinion.

Rewritten poems in distant time leaves a mirrored picture, cleansed thoughts and words blossom.

 

 

 

Opinion Poetry

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