Easy going
Sorrow stayed
These hands of mine
Unrecognized
So much they have unmade
Wishes leaving
Happy fade
Diseased and blind
These can’t be mine
These words now so dismayed
Slow releasing
Tread and wade
Beneath the brine
I can’t resign
Nor swim to shores surveyed
Days decreasing
Gloom has grayed
I can’t decide
Your blood or mine?
Have both us I betrayed?
Loved this one. You weave magic with your words.
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Thank you!
I dunno about magic, but I certainly appreciate the compliment. 🙂
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Lovely. Dark and melancholic.
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I usually am…
Dark and melancholic that is… 😉
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This is wonderful. You so easily paint a picture in my mind.
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