There's a woman somewhere
who writes poems to the air
she's blinking tears from her eyes
lost but dignified
between the turbulance and the serene
eyes a wet hazel green
she's fighting for her sanity
longing to be free
she has taken for so long
forgotten life is a song
to be sung while you dance
in a steamy romance
I wonder what she writes tonight
love that's lost ...blue twilight
god, love or a life become hardened
soft rain in the garden
did I know her long ago
somehow I really thought so
but the memories are not so clear
is it just poetry that I hear ...
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Good write. Welcome to MPS.
Thanks I hope to be involved here
is this about you earlier in your life?
I liked it anyway. simple enough to read. and that's what I'm looking for.
I wrote this over the last several days , and keeping things simple is probably good advice
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