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by Maple Tree Feb 15, 2018
I whisper thoughts
while my coffee goes cold,
the madness is stronger
than my coffee ...
Bones rattle inside my head
while my lipstick refuses to shine,
there is nothing I can do except
grow accustomed to the things;
I can not change.
My purse is filled with tears
and my pockets hold nothing.
But the wind whistles and the birds call for spring....
by Em (marmite)
Heart breaking yet so beautiful
by Milly Hayward
Andrea, Beautiful and heart wrenching piece. I am glad to see it nominated. My thoughts are with you and Little Bird... Keep strong love and best wishes Milly x
by Ben Pickard
Maple, I hope this is nominated - I am currently unable to do so - but let me tell you something. Your pockets will never be empty while you have words like this rattling around in them.
Andrea, much love to you-it's a hard place for you to be in right now...hugs-
Miss Andrea :)
Hope all is as well as it can possibly be.
Your poem conveys a message, that when we are 'empty' the important thing is that the birds call for buds to blossom.
Michael x :)