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What If.
I saw her cry
lashed her eyelids
with the dew
of a broken dream
Morning came
sleep never did
turned and tossed
and thought...
What If.
lashed her eyelids
with the dew
of a broken dream
Morning came
sleep never did
turned and tossed
and thought...
What If.
Published 7th Nov 2011
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7th Nov 2011 5:00pm
I think the risk of failure increases in proportion to the brevity of the poem.
A single word out of place and you lose...
But you can relax, I think you've pulled it off & " the dew of a broken dream" parades your poetic heart.
"Turned & tossed" or tossed and turned - I can't decide which sounds best, no matter - thanks for the read.
Best ~ Abra
A single word out of place and you lose...
But you can relax, I think you've pulled it off & " the dew of a broken dream" parades your poetic heart.
"Turned & tossed" or tossed and turned - I can't decide which sounds best, no matter - thanks for the read.
Best ~ Abra
