if this is where
the marble lands
in foraged
disbelief
cloaked in
solemn solitude
and shuddering
from grief..
in poker faced
extended hand
and i-
just barely there,
lies trembling stone
of once held heart
now more than hope
can bear
if this is where
the marble lands
in foraged
disbelief
cloaked in
solemn solitude
and shuddering
from grief..
in poker faced
extended hand
and i-
just barely there,
lies trembling stone
of once held heart
now more than hope
can bear
How could metered words could be so profound like this? The imagery here is compelling, Viva–well done!
thank you so aina! i do love movement in meter. im glad you enjoyed π
I always you do. You’re very good at it–im proud of you. π
π !
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