her words spoke
of love
of hunger
desire
arrows launched
across the great divide
but this division
cynical derision
tainted fletching
send the fledgling volley
spinning to the dirt
in a cloud of mislaid emotion
she spoke softly
with great passion
infusing every line
with still heart beats
sounding silently
throughout the night
but the sun rises
casting harsh light
on gently whispered odes
evaporating the misty fog
of sullen dreams
of love gone astray
still she draws back
on lines of gut
and string
with shaking arms
shooting at stars
just out of sight
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Damn
This is great
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thank you, as always i appreciate your kind words
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And as always I love your words. Doesn’t seem to matter the subject. Your heart shines through and it’s a tragically beautiful thing indeed.
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tragic for sure
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TragicALLY beautiful. The beautiful is the essential component here, Mike. Don’t skip over that.
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Great post 😁
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