Seventeen Is the Lucky Number
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Seems like ten thousand years passed since I came,
and here you are in this idyllic scene;
under a weeping willow- pliant and tame.
I, a soul empath with sorrow aflame,
and now I stand lamenting my sorrow;
my spirit is supine- numb and weary,
names in veneration for each morrow.
Oh, is it weakness that makes me teary?
Then, a white aura of strength to borrow;
incidental- my love lays in this g r e e n . . .
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July 5, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Seventeen is the Lucky Number
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1164-274-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Standard Contest, 17 Is The Lucky Number
sponsor, Lu Loo, Theme chosen # Strength of Sorrow
First Place
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