She squandered his smile
a feast for sore eyes,
the red-robin’s breast jolly.
melancholy famine she prayed
“release me from thy dungeon
cold and grey!”
the pain kept sprouting,
tears morphed, a watering can
her own hands dug the grave.
Changes. Cause i just canβt seem to get me right.
Simply amazing π
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Hi and thank you. π
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That’s incredibly beautiful …
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‘a feast for sore eyes’ is a great line!
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Wonderful poem indeed! π
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Thank you kindly. Will stop by to read your blog. Jπ
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Oh wooow. What an intense piece!
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TY for reading and being you. π
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You are most welcome dear!!
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Amazing
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Amazing to read your words as well. π
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Yayπβ€
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Love this
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Thank you for reading and commenting. Always a pleasure to read your blog. So fascinating the perspectives of life we learn to see reading other people’s expression. J
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I enjoy reading your site in every morning. It’s a nice start to the day.
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And i yours. π
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