The Ring
a flightless bird
bound to a ring
yearning, burning
no voice to sing
longing to flee
the empty years
to be set free
from hidden tears
a ring that binds
in unkind ways
a clock that chimes
to endless days
never forgetting
the aching loss
always regretting
bearing a cross
for the one man
whose single kiss
and touch of hand
was heavenly bliss
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Author:
James Alexander (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2022 00:42
- Category: Love
- Views: 15
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Comments1
beautifully woven
within effortlessly silky-smooth, flow
a joy to read!
thanks for sharing
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