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

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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