Poem -

The light how it taunts

Cry those tears that dust respect's
With glitter that cuts deep
That's it princess
Angels often weep
That sound
Your deafening heart beat
Be still upon morrow
How it bleeds
river's of poison berries
That taste bitter sweet
Glorious sorrow
consume them all
without thought
My love
The light how it taunts
As the echoing
darkness creep's and haunts
The answer is not knowhow
But know when
Control lost
Bleeding again......
For nothing more beautiful
Than the light
Consume all blood
Poison berries thus night.

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Tony Taylor

Nardine,  you never cease surprising me.........it's like you're constantly evolving, and tinkering with word choices etc..........love the movement of this write............NOT knowhow-----know when!!.........great stuff big sis............love to you............smiles............T  xx

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

My applause, My vote, I liked the below lines dear Poetess Nardine, Thanks for sharing

The light how it taunts
As the echoing
darkness creep's and haunts
The answer is not know how
But know when
Control lost
Bleeding again......

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you dear brother sir Williamsji, much love and appreciation, nardine xoxo

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I like this poem, it's deep.

Cool.

New Member.

M.J Donnchadh, 

(Name pronunciation, done + acka)

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you mark, welcome to Cosmo, im glad you like this piece, i live within a deep mind, often think i could drown inside myself if i don't get the words out, xx nardine

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