It is a corner in trouble we find, minus the salvation, just a part of believing, a poet and his broken rhyme.
It was smile in long neck
As the bottle came undone
Reflection of words
Poet one love zero
Now we wed
A master and his cry
In now needed
Never wrong in belong
Just a verse left off
A failing song
Lady just falling in love
Just a total reflex
Stall at the start
Now we wed
In amber burnt
A hill in kill
As Jack and his Jill
Fall a part
Rivers low
Flow of water
Finds its bucket start
My broken heart
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Author Notes
Well worn pages, marked in tears, book and candle, the gift of pure love, first edition.
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