Pain severe in bondage of,
Lastly, lost my love.
As roses wilt and dangle down,
Through winds of time and midnight sound.
My angel blessed, heart purist.
The echoed stilled of smoky whist.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2026 02:55
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There is a weaving of the words, their sounds, meaning all creating a strange fabric that's pattern I can not identify but that draws me in and for the haunting feeling a fave
Thank you. I will take your comment as a compliment. Lol
You are most welcome
Hi Sorenbarrett. Do u know how to find a specific poet on this site? The search engine only brings up titled poetry.
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