Dymytryk Argyl Poet ABC

Shadows and Secrets, Lies and Echoes

Wilma Mankiller, I love that name
It wasn't too much of a nothing day
Such a pretty, pretty boy
In such a pretty, pretty car
Nearness of blood
He didn't go far

Wounded, abandoned, lost
Hidden inside the woods
                     deep waters   
                     shallow grave

Winds in the trees
                     whisper
                     whisper
Only God knows the name

Perched on winter's bone
Sings a sparrow
                     no horrors
                     without sorrow

Forced to bare the bitter chill
Of infinity's winters alone
How bright the stars
How cruel the frost
                     after death
                     nature follows

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Beata Agustin May 7, 2026 at 12:15 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.