MY life or after, deceived the few,
Hark the rapture, and death too.
Dark and fearsome, in the brow,
No remorse, here and now.
Live and live, philosophically,
Get and give. Reciprocity.
I dream for perfection,
Of blossomed womanhood.
With little deception.
Where all withstood,
A tempered crime.
Of the times.
And a shallow puddle, ankle deep.
We have seen repeatedly the signs.
And decided there to gently keep.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2025 07:52
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Comments2
A lovely poem that drips with feeling. An assertion and recounting of what is. Nicely worded and with good flow
Thanks again for reading and commenting Sorenbarrett. 😀
Most welcome
Superb
Thank you 😊
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