Liberated
into the haven
of a mausoleum
lies a dove deceived-
its tattered pinions
a reminder of
a pledge riven,
a reverie tainted,
an innocence
betrayed.
Save her.
Let the shadows
of her present
console with
saccharine lies,
warm her with
tinned caresses
of boughs
freshly severed-
a revival of
splintered promises
of a new day–
as verdant hues
decay to dust.
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Categories: Life & Love, Poetry
Wow.. Beautifully written…
Amazingly describe.. 💕
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You’re so nice, thank you! 🙂
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My pleasure!
It’s so sweet of you.. 😊
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Hey! You write great poetry and you’ve got a great blog!
Thanks for the follow! I really appreciate it. Do check out my posts when you get time enough.
So bye bye for now cuz I’m gonna be busy checking other posts of yours!😃😄😁
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Thank you kindly. It’s nice to meet you! I look forward to getting to know you through your blog. 😃
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Well…I’d like to say the same .😀☺
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