Kerouac Lives - 251 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 251
Rating: ★5.0
I cried when I lost you
Mine own pure flesh and blood
Daughter of my lost road
Sacrifice was too much
Wednesday, May 29, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: daughter,lost
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8/29/2026 5:42:15 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
You expressed perfectly the pain of the loss. Full*****
Expressing the pain of loss and possible remorse is so very crucial to The Kerouac Venture. Receiving such very positive appraisals truly validates my labour of love project. THX so very much, Friend Asim!
She had outlived him by a number of years, but the pain of loss was in that they had only met on two occasions. Neither had the good fortune of knowing each other.