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Rustic Flowers

Rustic Flowers

Rustic flowers on beggar’s grave
A gift for one I could not save
Mortality held in palm of hand
Slips past like bullet brand

Grim twas assassin’s name
Unfortunate tis a lifeless claim
Self-imposed a fixed paradox
Un-ornate tis a humble box

Etched on a steely tombstone,
β€œThwarted by self-dethrone”
Idle tis a mournful impart
No pardon mends a war-torn heart

Unheard a soldier’s beseech
For peace, he could not breach
On lips contemptuously said
It'd be best if I were dead
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Syd

A very sad powerful write Lisa. Enjoyed.

- SydΒ 

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Syd

I can see this poem is very personal to you. You inspire many people with your words. If only poetry could solve all of life's troubles then the world would be a better place.

Take care - SydΒ 

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Hazel O’Grady

I don’t believe for a second mine was as good. This is an amazing poem that literally radiates emotion. I love it!

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Jack Ellison

Again, your amazing talents tug at our heart! Pinned! So sad... love, Happy Jack XOX

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Silent Dreamer

This made me shed a tear.. so beautifully written. It really touched my heart🌺

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