Sunday, June 8, 2025

Years Comments

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Age ripens on shriveled vines of hope
In the draught of despair only weeds grow
Desire's bent plough skips across steal ground of time
That clouded eye's regretful tears do little to soften
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soren Barrett
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Timber Koleden 08 June 2025

Another grand poem! Thank you for sharing!

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