A black splash
washes over my mind.
A dark flow that
bursts into bloom, like
Oleander or Night Shade.
The four leaf clover in
my pocket broke into a
thousand green tears.
Lovers know how to kill.
And when she keeps me from
my daughter, she's the
executioner, and smiles.
But the sublime thing about
life and love is: I will
never give up.
If I fall 100 times,
I will rise 101.
And I'll see you
soon, my little Iris.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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But the sublime thing about
life and love is: I will
never give up.
If I fall 100 times,
I will rise 101.
And I'll see you
soon, my little Iris
Kudos sir.
Thank you.
Good write T.
Thank you.
You set a great example for little Iris. Great write Thomas. 😊👍
Thank you.
A plea, declaration and statement well stated and powerful.
Thank you.
Keep up the fight and great writes!
Thanks
I don't need to tell you, since you clearly already know it .. the trick is never to give up, never giving up ..
Thank you, N.
So true Thomas we must always get up no matter how far we fall.
Andy
Thank you.
A powerful poem, Thomas.
Thank you.
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