A precious fruit,
plucked before ripening.
Not savoured,
no.
Peeled
of dignity;
hollowed of its core
of trust;
its seeds
of hope;
and finally,
its flesh
divided;
its fragments
scattered;
its functions
terminated.
Rare, delicate sweetness -
stolen.
And now,
what promise?
A precious fruit
beyond repair,
beyond recognition,
beyond restitution.
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Author:
jo (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2021 04:09
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Comments2
every time I come across that film, I think
there's no way, anyone who doesn't know that period of History
can fathom,
just how Influential these events were, to determining
an entire Nation's future
in factual based, Reality...
(but I really enjoyed reading your
poetic interpretation,
a great write, thanks for sharing)
Thank you LB
Very good words Jo, we all have our weaknesses but hope that we can overcome them.
Andy
Thanks for another encouraging comment, Andy.
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