Pocketwatch Poem by Chris Fox
Pocketwatch
Bleed hearts do, Wounds cut deep.
Scars leave tales, and Morals from quarrels.
Time due time, with Only due time
Bandages made right, Heal through time.
Bleed, cuts, scars, Pocketwatch will heal.
A simple take, though abrupt, that puts forth the fact that any sort of pain can be used to paint even the most thought-inspiring portraits - both in the process of pain or when time is healing it. - K.
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5/3/2024 8:47:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Succinct and powerful - well done!