Poetry, painted poignant, random metaphors, morphing emotions, bleeding heart, wounding soul, emerging love, emananting light, warm moon, cold nights, any sonnets, or any thoughts that you want to paint with words.
The damp coarse bones,
Stands rigid in the storm,
In the comings and goings
Of these rain,
embracing the new seed,
While these old trees fall in the ground,
As the spring wind jolt their heart,
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Alas, a man I’m,
Full of grief,
In comings and goings
Of every leaf.
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A drop of water you could see that dumbly awaits in vain to spill and be a stream: Alas there is sunshine.
Poetry, painted poignant, random metaphors, morphing emotions, bleeding heart, wounding soul, emerging love, emananting light, warm moon, cold nights, any sonnets, or any thoughts that you want to paint with words.
