Pining Poem by Rachel Butler

Pining

Rating: 4.8


(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)



Not astonished my anima
does not fade,
only that I am not dead, being un-combined
from him.
Too frail, to wear a silk dress
ladened with this heavy heart.

Sparrow

Monday, October 24, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: care
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roop Rekha Bhaskar 20 August 2015

That silk dress is holding so much pain. Everyone deserves to be happy. So beautifully written

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Ramesh Rai 18 July 2015

A great spiritr write. Unknoe Gardener is hiding somewhere.

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Charles Darkly 20 January 2012

So much said in so few words. Great poem.

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