Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Weeds Of Neglect Comments

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Our love hasn't yet pleaded poverty,
but there are days, my dear - it goes hungry.
Do you think our love has a life, condemn?
That withers away like our last encounter.
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Mark Heathcote
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Savita Tyagi 17 May 2016

Great poem. Love needs to be nurtured. With out enough care it sure withers like a flower deprived of water and sun light. Thanks for sharing.

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Mark Heathcote 17 May 2016

Thanks, Savita much obliged.

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