So goes the
sparrow chose
to drop my seedy
marrow in gold,
to have and
not hold
only the whole,
kept stashed
within inner folds
till snow falls
on cedars of old.
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Author:
Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 5th, 2017 09:09
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Lots of thought on this enigmatic piece. Like the brevity and rhyme.
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