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Broken Branches
Everyday is a loss-one-life
then another.
This, a timeless scream,
quivers in the passing tears
at dawn, dripping green.
More than shatters
here,
more than bleeding,
more than pain.
My poor babies,
so much more than pain.
I may never stop crying.
But I can only ever
remember you smiling.
Published 19th Feb 2018
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19th Feb 2018 1:37pm
Tis a wondrous thing and testament to Love when all one remembers amid pain is the beauty. This is poetry that captures the excrutiating contrast of happiness while retaining Love's essence.
It's hope of what still exists of living.
Beautifully penned, Oshinome.
It's hope of what still exists of living.
Beautifully penned, Oshinome.
