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One Bullet, Fifty Roses
An old song was sung
there had been 21 guns
but his lovely May never came.
His soul watched as his heart decayed.
there had been 21 guns
but his lovely May never came.
His soul watched as his heart decayed.
Published 12th Jun 2022
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12th Jun 2022 2:03am
Dear N,
Haunting and touchingly heartfelt. I continue to be awed by your untouchable awesome style! H🌷
Haunting and touchingly heartfelt. I continue to be awed by your untouchable awesome style! H🌷
12th Jun 2022 2:15am
12th Jun 2022 2:58pm
13th Jun 2022 10:41am
Such a haunting feel...
The Civil War has such a unique energy...
It carries such an impact
impression on so many levels of the conscious and unconscious...
I think that the idea of death
is something that we keep... At arms length.
And the death of the young,
and the death of those close to us...
Is... A sort of awakening to
something like: morbid ponderings.
Or... A process of seeking
to understand...
What is this thing they are calling: Death.?.
There is so much latitude
in something that is so wrought with mystery...
But yes...
In the Civil War, we had both,
the young and those close to us... Die.
You very much captured
the elements of the morbid pondering of the poet...
In such a crisp, fresh,
and very unique way...
Truly reads like impressions from the
other side...
(Nice slant rhyme...)
Image just... Hauntingly cool.
The Civil War has such a unique energy...
It carries such an impact
impression on so many levels of the conscious and unconscious...
I think that the idea of death
is something that we keep... At arms length.
And the death of the young,
and the death of those close to us...
Is... A sort of awakening to
something like: morbid ponderings.
Or... A process of seeking
to understand...
What is this thing they are calling: Death.?.
There is so much latitude
in something that is so wrought with mystery...
But yes...
In the Civil War, we had both,
the young and those close to us... Die.
You very much captured
the elements of the morbid pondering of the poet...
In such a crisp, fresh,
and very unique way...
Truly reads like impressions from the
other side...
(Nice slant rhyme...)
Image just... Hauntingly cool.
24th Jun 2022 12:51pm
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