She had so many broken pieces
after all these years
leaving a disquiet of scars
Some of the shards piercing her still
When I gave her flowers
she had no chance of seeing
the field of regard and tenderness
from which they came
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Author:
Michael Anthony (
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Comments3
really like your subtle notes
such a sweet poem,
thanks for sharing
Thank you L.B.!
Hit at the point
Really a bulls eye
Great one dear poet
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