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Blue Skies Bring Tears
Down by the canal
On the bench
As lilypads watch
The lonely repent
We’re all broken here
The shy and the shame
Only memories to lose
Regrets to regain
Souls of the grey
Are chipped and bleak
Only comfort felt;
Within the bottle we seek
Lives led of remorse
The wind whispers so;
Paths we chose are this
Voices of our past echo.
Published 29th Jun 2023
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29th Jun 2023 9:40pm
My friend,
Your focused ability to pen an amazingly poignant atmosphere of the hard sides of the human condition; loneliness being a universal understanding, is truly impactful on the page.
It's beautiful, aching and haunting all at the same time, which to me is some excellent poetry.
Thank you for your continued participation.
I hear you and always am engaged.
Best,
🌹💙 - B
Your focused ability to pen an amazingly poignant atmosphere of the hard sides of the human condition; loneliness being a universal understanding, is truly impactful on the page.
It's beautiful, aching and haunting all at the same time, which to me is some excellent poetry.
Thank you for your continued participation.
I hear you and always am engaged.
Best,
🌹💙 - B
