Ma chère, my dear,
The end is near
The year has passed,
Leaves have fallen
Snow has tumbled down.
I lay in a hole with my wedding gown.
I've dug a pit
For me to sit
And cry away;
The life my mother gave,
Smothered with dirt in this grave.
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What a powerful piece of poetry you have penned here. A short poem with emotions that are too big for me to right now try to ingest. I'm wondering what brought on this poem, but needless to say it's great.
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Thank you so much! It actually just came to me on a whim, and then developed further meaning afterward. Strange how that happens, isn't it?
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Oh wow. I liked this. Pain and agnony in a few lines. I'd love to see more though. Somehow a reason why you're in that graave to waste yur life away. Awesome write though.
Great job. ((:
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