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Gold Heart-Air Head

I would not want a heart of gold
In warmest heat or coldest cold
Would be too hard the beat untold
In blood flow vessels growing old.

The air would grow inside my head
And all the world would know to dread
My waking up-go back to bed
No sense you make in blabber said.

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  • Manda Kathryn Greeters member
    September 18

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    Hood-Wink!

    The rhyming is impeccable in this as the imagery locks me in; a stunning poem that leaves me wanting more but also satisfied at the same time

    ♥
    Stay safe
    ~Manda

    Apologies on the late Hood-Wink!


  • AutumnGypsy gold member
    September 17
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    Hoodwink!!

    I think I know many a person like this, you captured so much in so few words here. Well done


  • awannabepoet
    August 16
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    Whan all to be told was written in air
    something that was once trapped under her hair.

    I like it , I like it so!