Dolors Poems - Poems about Dolors

...The older I get, the more I forget the names of colors. Would you call this paint amber, burnt ochre, or clay? Would it were the same with all of my dolors. But age hasn’t washed an......

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...Glasses of different shapes Showing out various shapes Glasses of distinct hues Blowing out vague and clear-cut views Mirrors of you in glasses Like crystals molded in mashes Furor, dolors, s......

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...It’s good to lament. Or maybe not. A glorious future, never brought. I remember her, I did adore. We were to be, evermore. That’s what love can do. And did. How quickly from my grasp it slid.......

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