Over vast green patches I stray,
On one gray horse, once cad,
And I tour across cities and stages,
For, then I had a heart to nosh.
I saw it all, sun rising and resting,
The winds blowing and clouds pouring,
I saw the berries ripen, blooms blossom,
For, then I had a heart to see.
I felt it all, the fervor of the noon,
And the chill on a moon-lit night,
What not? The accord at daybreak too,
For, then I had a heart to feel.
I drew lines for her, painted pictures,
I cured her agony and made her smile,
I spread charm and pain with it,
For, then I had a heart to love.
But now, the patches are dry, horse dead,
Berries don’t ripen, blooms don’t blossom,
The moon is gone, daybreak is clash,
Oh! I see it; I’ve befallen heartless.
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So, this peculiar junior at school had stalked me for some time and she said she liked this poem. She even went on to say she presented this one in some reciting competition and came third. I don't know if I should believe her. If true, win-win.
And on a different tone, pretty sure I'd hit 2k in a week. And if you're reading this, thanks from the heart.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoésieEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
