Poem -

weaver in.

Hands cradle
upon blackest fur ,
No solitude doth forth bring,
Golden blonde locks of hair
flowers weaver in,
The scent of death lingering,
Upon wings
tarnished holes,
A fragile new awakening,
But countless hours
no soul,
Standing within a moment,
Trying to find thy role,
Lost in the surrounding's,
Upon death had took her toll.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Nardine,

The below lines are very powerful and strong indeed, My vote

The scent of death lingering,
Upon wings tarnished holes,
A fragile new awakening,
But countless hours no soul,
Standing within a moment,

Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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