Poem -

The days of endless pearls.

No longer do
i

Live
to count 
The
Day when love 
Comes
Back to me;

Come and passed
Our
Moment Has.

(and I'm content
with misery.)
-+-
My how the 
God's Laugh.
and
Fate...

What a cruel
Trick.

An empty bird
Bath!

(Or honey that
Makes Me Sick.)

++++

and all these stars
are
Rotted Diamonds who
No
Longer Remember How
To
ShiNe.

Why count the days
of 
endless Pearls?!!

(When
I fed them to the
Swine.)

J.Stephen.H.

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Cherie Leigh

Hey  J...It is easy to feel this way when love ventures have brought heartache. We develop how we interpret love and life from experiences. A diamond starts as coal so perspectives can always change...That is just me being the ever optimist...lol. Honest feel of acceptance of what seems to be an impossible dream.  xo ;)  

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Marion Price

Brilliant lines..... "why count the days of endless pearls when I fed them to the swine" ...why indeed? Better to enjoy the company and beauty of the pigs who bring more pleasure anyway, in my experience. Honest and heartfelt and wonderful...hugs 💕

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Barry Childs

Icarus, what a beautiful, sad poem, written exquisitely. Stay safe.  Barry x

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