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by Maple Tree Aug 31, 2020
Dark, fantasy /
Letters entangle as my speech webs
like a black widow, it flows and ebbs.
Words upon paper, black of night
I summon a spirit, glowing light.
Within my reach I spy a ghost
the one who always loved me; most
out of sunrise, birthed a shadow
twirling auras crossed the meadow.
And in between the light of day
cast my heart into the bay
married a memory; I had lost
watched it die- one November frost.
Now I sit and twiddle my thumbs
biting lips, becoming numb
forgetting who I was born to be
losing the essence of you and me.
I love the story this poem tells me of love and having to let go. The flow is effortless. Love it!
This is a really beautiful piece !!
by Ben Pickard
Rhyme?? Rhyme?? I simply won't have it, Andrea...
This is great.
by Maple Tree