My black diamond, rare and deep, Night's own fire that I still keep- Stronger than coal, sharper than glass, You cut right through me, then hold fast. No light competes; yours burns inside, A quiet blaze , my hearts own guide.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
A vivid image provided in this poem of the devastating damage done by a love hardened and sharpened. Nicely done
Thank you
You are most welcome William
Powerful poem, William. Well done! 🌹
Thank you
You are most welcome.
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