Frail and fragile
was born with wrinkles tonight
Spring blossomed
in her embrace
when breaking dawn
turned its table
looking below
were merry cables
enveloped in arms
were worries of mine
soaked in laces
of time
when dipping strokes
healed scars
when cherry words
drooled in cards
Alas
was gone times
Worries
remain, on sleeves of nine
Yet
love is lost
in her fragile dimes…..
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
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Comments2
Beautiful spilla I particularly love your first stanza, sound a lot like letting go of summer but could also be many other interpretations 💖💖💖💖
Very true dear teddy…it was mix of emotions that spurges on sheet
this has a somewhat slightly sad feel to it throughout .. still very much enjoyed .. Neville
Well no denial…lores of grief spills the sheet…thanks dear Neville
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