ONE ROSE
I rose one mourning
too the sounds
of flailing waters
on the edge
of the water gouged well
From there it declined
down to the Bally's
where no love
sake for money grows
The skies have no laments
The Earth no girt
The rocks pebble down
into Pisces of thoughts
For even they
turn to dust
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Author:
swingline (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 27th, 2017 06:19
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Comments7
Very nice write
Thank you very much Hopey_XX .
It's a good one line....I liked it
Thank you Rajkumar for reading
Heavy, man, real heavy. Hugs.
Thank you so much Agustus for reading and comment .
Good write.
Thank you Goldfinch60 .
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