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- Forgive Me -

Echo thronging in the mountains
living elements that haunt close
Capture the inner turmoil in the humid fog
Tie together with Antarctic hair grass
You have three minutes

A chorus of cries from the stubble plains
You catch your share when the hunters moon burns
The sand in the hourglass is about to run out
The platform edge is closer than you realize
and yet you cannot act

Express your remorse
nobody can rewind the minutes
A choice that is valuable to win
with head raised

Copyright © Anne-Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2024

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Paige Hind Date: 12/22/2024 6:28:00 PM The first stanza is breathtaking - loved this poem <3 Login to Reply

Duke Beaufort Date: 12/20/2024 7:59:00 AM Anne-Lise, I do love the message here. There's no time like the present indeed for expressing good behavior (including apologizing). It makes the world much more pleasant. Have a great Christmas!! Login to Reply

Paula Goldsmith Date: 12/19/2024 10:27:00 AM I enjoyed reading your wonderful write. What a cute picture. "Good Luck" We both did this one. Hugs... Merry/Blessed Christmas................. Login to Reply

Jay Narain Date: 12/19/2024 10:09:00 AM Oen of your best poems. Login to Reply

Victor Buhagiar Date: 12/19/2024 8:54:00 AM Forgive and forget. It is the way up. Merry Christmas. Hugs. Login to Reply

Yann Rolland Date: 12/18/2024 4:01:00 PM we have to be proud, for regretting too, whatever others think, marvellous poem, thanks anne lise Login to Reply Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 12/19/2024 6:58:00 AM - True, Yann - Thank you very much for your comment :) - hugs