her tears fell
like diamonds
to scatter
amongst the fallen leaves
of autumnal misery
her sorrow
made the angels weep
to commiserate
in the sullen pain
of strained perfection
it was as if every monet began to drip paint onto the marble floors of the museum
mona lisa covering her face while sobs fill the louvre, unable to contain the sadness
My favorite thing from you
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wow. short and bittersweet
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Why bittersweet?
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i meant the poem, short and bittersweet, being your favorite.
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I hope so to for her!
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Must be very sad….sadness in poetry grants the reader release. You are kind and talented to create this piece.
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thank you. i hope she reads it one day and knows i understood.
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This is so poetic …
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someone very close to me was dealing with a lot. this was what went through my mind after she and i spoke.
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