Poem -
Ode to Loss
Cold are the stars
through the rain,
cold is the heart
in shallow breath,
upon a low tide in the
ebb and flow of pain.
Cold is the air upon
which the wind weeps,
cold is the sanctuary,
where is haunted the
mindĀ“s eye in cold sleep.
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Comments
Sad, but well written x
Oh this is such a sad, lonely piece that pulls the reader right into it. Beautifully done!Ā Ā Lodigiana x