I read heartache
Between each line
Like tow ropes
Streched in time
Wanton waterfalls
Tears cried
Beyond my reach
So sublime.
Helpless hands
Held aloft
The lonesome field
Of dying crops
Each seed sowed
Tried its best
In lightning and hail
It failed the test.
Now the moment
Upon a day
Half surrended
Lies at play
Lulls the dream
The plans ahead
To gently fall
As if dead.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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The anguish of failure seeps from these lines and falls in the despair of acceptance at the end. Powerful
appreciated, many thanks
Wow, how intriguing. Impressive! Cheers!
very kind, much appreciated, thanks
Nicely expressed write of the despair of having to accept failure, well written
thanking you, as always appreciated
You are very welcome
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