My Treasure: Love Letters
I burnt. I burnt my letters, problem begetters,
The fondly collected bundle of love letters,
My precious treasure … due to social fetters.
Flames rose sky high, sky high...high
And my heart grieved; did sigh...sigh.
Blazing shreds of letters … sky high … flew,
Sighing, sobbing, grieving; feebly bidding me adieu.
*A 1st Place*in the following contest (judged on Nov. 3, 2020)
Oct. 29, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(37) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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