Monica O'Connor

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The Let Down - Poem by Monica O'Connor

November 22,2009

Hands dry with cracking skin,
heads high as light falls dim,
delicate confessions between sheets.
A time, a place, a day, a dream.
A promise, patient virtue,
pure as gold.
[and then the let down.]

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  • (4/5/2010 8:15:00 PM)


    Nice poem! ! ! I liked very much the last lines: 'A time, a place, a day, a dream.
    A promise, patient virtue, pure as gold.' It's not a good experience to be disappointed by someone, to have the heart broken by someone.But when this experience becomes a poem, it's so nice to read it.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 12, 2009



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