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In the Distance
Far and away as hours play
The strings of my heart are gay,
Although these hours gnaw away
At them and mix in with distress,
For only they stand between caress,
Comfort or kindness to bless
Life, as its been through this hell,
Heaven to find, only a spell,
In a jar on unions shelf.
The strings of my heart are gay,
Although these hours gnaw away
At them and mix in with distress,
For only they stand between caress,
Comfort or kindness to bless
Life, as its been through this hell,
Heaven to find, only a spell,
In a jar on unions shelf.
Published 29th Nov 2022
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Free verse poem.
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- Edited 8th Dec 2022 7:45pm
29th Nov 2022 11:58pm
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30th Nov 2022 00:36am
1st Dec 2022 4:19am
Hoi hoi
In this (for me anyway) almost half abstract poem, there’s so much beauty that I’ll be back tomorrow for another eye full of happiness.
A great write.
Thank you!
Kind regards, Gus
In this (for me anyway) almost half abstract poem, there’s so much beauty that I’ll be back tomorrow for another eye full of happiness.
A great write.
Thank you!
Kind regards, Gus
9th Dec 2022 2:32pm
Ahoy!
Thank you for stopping by to read and comment, Jiltedjohnny! You're totally welcome. Pleased you enjoyed this piece.
Thank you for stopping by to read and comment, Jiltedjohnny! You're totally welcome. Pleased you enjoyed this piece.
