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In wake of a new born day, under the peace of a floating clouds, the ghost of slaughtered mem'ry rose from the cracks of her sleepless grave, to fill the heart she once tore. The sleeper in the tomb awoke to quench the flames of her broken home and to heal the heart bleeding tears, pleading her poor tortured home with a flood of tattered tears gushing from her burdened eyes. Gold-digger of a golden heart. Heaven wiped the weep of a broken heart and mended the pieces of your broken home. Thus, your tears no longer count, your prey is no longer frail. He had gone to kiss the lips of freedom, liberated from shattered shade of hope.

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Date: 8/2/2021 10:41:00 AM
I love this poem,it is wonderful with outstading images,congratulation!!
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Date: 7/27/2021 10:10:00 AM
This poem is very powerful and exceptionally well written. Your images are heartbreaking and at the same time perfect for the poem.
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Date: 7/17/2021 2:59:00 PM
Exceptionally done, Peter, the imagery intensifies the mood that is drawn from the depths within the soulless ere fleeting dreams indulge the void, specks of salvation redeems. It is a pleasure to Fave your remarkable piece my friend, Aloha!
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Peter Phad
Date: 7/21/2021 1:55:00 PM
Thanks Aloha, for sharing your thought.