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Bare

What sort of trickery As brought misery On this house made of dream Burned in the tears, a stream I know I'd swore it wouldn't come to this There is no penance for me in all this I've failed you, I realise, quite accutely And that's why I offer my hand so feebly Would you show me mercy? Grant me some complacency? But then, you did knock my hand away I guess I've lost everything on this day This one morning solemn in May When the sun beamed, a ray Illuminating this court we used to share As I die, can you see I offered myself bare?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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Date: 5/15/2024 6:34:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 2/12/2016 9:35:00 PM
Dominique Lepage, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
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