Broken Arrow Poem by Sandra Feldman
Broken Arrow
Like Thorns of Solitude,
Absence hurts,
The broken heart,
A lark, no longer sings,
Can't move its wings
In sweet depart.
There is no 'brand new start',
After a while, even a smile
Becomes a hurting memory
Of what again can never be.
And you start to fall apart,
Slowly but surely,
Broken arrow in the heart.
After a while, even a smile becomes hurting memory while love is lost. This is really very amazing. Sometimes thorns of Solitude remains in absence of hurts. Wisely penned brilliant poem is shared here.10
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4/24/2024 4:03:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Simple powerful words, tremendous impact that hits the reader. Great write Sandra.