Bitter, time can oft erode
those things that once were sweet and true
and brackish floods filled with disdain
deposits leave, debris piled high,
obscurring paths once so well trod.
And lost I wander searching still
for distant lights of home and hearth
whilst stars turn black as tempest stirs
and to an end I slowly snake
and there forget your name.
Well hi there, Robert Frost Resurrected. Wowee
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Aw…so emotional. Really liked this 😉
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Thanks K…i like this magpie emotion stuff and metre and pace… I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing but I do like the way it feels
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Thanks F
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Love this
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Thanks Luna, was fun to do
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