Linda, , , , , , ,1984 Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Linda, , , , , , ,1984
SHE took her hand and pushed some
sunlight into this perverted dark,
theres a sickness here, a bad smell,
some thing you cant clean up,
a traiter,
a brat,
a audience,
a apprentice,
a trap door,
and a wisper, only love can fix this
wound, , , ,
ABSOLUTE LOVE PALES ALL....ITS THE PANACEA TO ALL THAT IS UNPURE IN LIFE...IF YOU GET IT...KEEP IT! STRONG WRITE...FRANK/FJR
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5/10/2024 5:22:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes David love is the best prescription for every sickness; but it takes a little time to mend a broken heart? I see the uncertainity in your marvelous poem.