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by Ben Pickard Mar 16, 2020
Sadness, depression /
I laid my hands upon her breast
And hoped for life anew
Alas, the sun had met the west
And only darkness grew
With feeble cries, I yearned for time,
But time is no one's friend
Her doom was met - the clocks had chimed -
She'd reached her journey's end
A flower wilts and rainbows fade
And water always drys
A debt can wait but must be paid
Like lovers' last goodbyes.
Ben Pickard 2020
by Milly Hayward
Another beautiful rhymed emotional piece. Milly x
by Ben Pickard
Thank you, Milly
by Tony Grannell
Such a sad adieu in elegant poetry. Tenderly composed with a delicate sureness of poetic art.
All the very best, Tony.
Brenda, Tony - thank you both. All the very best
Beautifully sad Ben. Always written as only you can do. You always tell a story, visually coming to life on these pages.
by Kitty Cat Lady
by CJ Maleney