I cuddled up with
a metaphor that was
caught in the corner of
my room.
I dressed it in the
silk of kings, and fed
it from the fractured
trees of innocence.
Low-hanging fruit of
despair gets us
every time.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
Dang! Didn't yield you but one bit of progeny for that job in a corner? La. Despair howled at the moon and you caved after that? Lovely and excellently rendered with superb imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you.
This was the apple of my eye that left me blind as Eve took a bite. Or was it the pear in despair, eye forgot. Loved it Thomas a fave
Thank you so much.
You are most welcome Thomas
Where we built of the fruit of despair in the beginning, enjoyed the read
Thank you.
You are very welcome
Lovely!!
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Nicely said.
Thanks
Don't they though? Excellent write, my friend. Always a pleasure to read your work. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much.
Divinely philosophical theme but made of Iron, 'm really influenced by how differently it grows n goes onward but with an eye on the rear mirror!!!
Yes. Thank you so much.
Good write, Thomas. I sure does.
Thank you.
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