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I
weep
under the
silent shadows
of a thought unborn.
Ardent flames, its lingering kiss,
bittersweet sigh of a withering embrace.
A mind deceiving, its essence departing,
threadbare wishes abandoned within
the remains of a waning heart –
a heart entrusted to you
to love.
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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
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This is lovely, Phoebe. Love the “shape” — the shape is the subject and becomes it … A visual work of art as well.
Thank you 🙂
This is a beautifully constructed piece.
Thank you 🙂
love this
Thank you, Maureen. 🙂
Wow beautiful. You can craft words so skillfully. I just loved the images. I think you’ll love mine: https://27writers.wordpress.com/2016/01/09/incomplete/
If there’s such a thing as “beautiful sadness” this is it……………….
Hugs, Pam (and Sam)
Hugs! From phoebe and samantha 🙂