seasons: a poetic journey

Art, Poetry

Posted on 02/05/201802/05/2018 by Jeanne

Every day i wait

to spill. spread myself

paper thin

waiting for you

to write ego

over me. To

split

open

the well

watch sorrow pain the ink,

poison the soul

slowly wake from self.

Author: Jeanne

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thelonelyauthorblog says:

02/05/2018 at 10:24 am

Well done

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  02/05/2018 at 10:30 am
  
  So charitable with your comments today… 😎💙🕊 and they are graciously accepted. 🎭
  
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  1. thelonelyauthorblog says:
    
    02/05/2018 at 12:09 pm
    
    lol Have a wonderful week.,
    
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