I write a poem in purple mourning.
There is no greater sorrow
than that of the Sun, cold in gray clouds,
with bleeding tears of fruitless barrenness
which cannot save your desolated desert.
Oh, what dark task to be commère of Truth
when Love is not enlightment,
but condemned to bitterness,
confession and at last confusion!
Oh, how to call upon conclave
to seek conciliation, hope and sweetness
if beauty is discarded for the grave
and honesty gives way to death's dark lie ...
myra
2002
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Losing Love to the Lie
Written February 21st, 2002
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this is soooooooooo sad myra, it saddens my heart, but you have written beautifully. :o) -
Thanks Kym, gecko ... I choose Love ...
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there be many lies to lose a love to Myra
this was exquisitly done my friend -
Deep and melancholy write. I still have to ponder, to see if I understand the underlying message. But the emotion does come to me.
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