Dried Veins
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(Friday 4/2/2021 - Dried Veins)
Flowing in dried veins,
the pain of oldness.
No green Spring
just dried yellow leaves.
No frolicking summer joy
but Autumn's painful dance.
The cold rays of sunshine,
won't bring warmth,
to these dried and cold veins.
Flowing in dried veins,
the pain of oldness.
No green Spring
just dried yellow leaves.
No frolicking summer joy
but Autumn's painful dance.
The cold rays of sunshine,
won't bring warmth,
to these dried and cold veins.
Friday, April 2, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: Autumn,old age,coldness,depression
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Rose Marie Juan-austin
02 April 2021
A deeply poignant poem. The effects of old age is vividly depicted
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