Forever Autumn Poem by Mark Heathcote
Forever Autumn
The sun has gone into the shade
And turned a corner
she will not be returning
not neither soon… nor later
not ever…
Autumn leaves are falling now
my-dispirited-one.
Winter blankets are descending,
and there is no more to be done.
The cyclones ear is sevenfold
but here therein there is
just one rule of thumb,
one grace above all fallacies
love is a sour plum,
with a pit of gold.
Love is a sour plum with a pit of gold......Interesting! So many ways to look at!
Love is a sour plum, With a pit of gold! If you can endure the tests and trials that come with true love, then you can have the gold. Good advice, well put.10
Love is a sour plum, With a pit of gold! If you can endure the tests and trials that come with, then you can have the gold. Good advice, well put.10 PS: would be honored to have you visit my page.
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4/23/2024 10:21:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Some more sour than others and some with gold shining through.