What you said last time
opened a chasm in my being
I stepped into those words
To look at everything one last time
Before I shred it to little pieces
and blow it away in forever
But someone has been here before
Cruel burglar took away the precious
Photos from the walls
There is nothing to clutch at
I sat down defeated
Heavy with miscarried dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Morning. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.