Don't touch my wounds
when you know they burn me,
she went to another,
like a leaf down a river.
Don't touch my wounds,
my spring is gone,
she went to another,
that beautiful blonde woman.
Don't touch my wounds,
snow is blowing in my soul,
she went to another,
he warms her hands.
She went to another,
like a bird to the south,
and she left me,
like some long winter.
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- Comment from author about the poem: "Don't Touch My Wounds" is a poem from a collection of poetry entitled "When you stay alone". If you liked it and want to order your copy of the book, you can through Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/8690558810 Or support my work by buying me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/zeraprinc You can also read my other poetry online: https://zeraprinc.com/index.php/poetry
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Comments2
Love this
Deep loss conveyed in this poem. The repetition works well. The pain is understood by the reader.
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