You took the sunshine with you when you left,
No moon beam can compare to solar flare.
Abrupt departure, feelings left bereft,
Expunged all oxygen from worldly air.
Reason for the harshness of your fleeting
Begs purpose for the life that all must know.
Pretence at love, hearts initial meeting
Cast out for doubt, one love now overthrow.
Behold the risk and grasp it when it calls
For wisps of time sweep chances underfoot,
Choices made in conscience subvert the fall
But poison; undernourish at the root.
Never was a love that only joy filled,
Never crop full-grown until earth first tilled.
so sad
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It is a bit, I suppose. 😉 It didn’t start out that way. Kind of took on its own life and direction. I just went along for the ride. 🙂 x
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as emotions and words tend to do i think
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They don’t half. I can start off thinking one thing and finish on a whole other note. I rather like it at times. But it can irk when I feel I’ve missed the point on something I wanted to say. Then it’s back to the drawing board. 😉 x
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I had the feeling of being in Ye old England whilst reading this..probably not the right thing to say to a scotsperson, but there ya have it 😉 x
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Ach, I’m not bitter, Jen. Glad to be Scots, right enough. I read it again to figure why. 😉 x
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Reflection and hindsight have their merits….they make for beautiful poetry
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Thank you. 🙂 I’m wandering all over the place with my thoughts. 😉 x
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