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Click hereA ragged piece of flotsam
Floating on the sea
A bit of paper long discarded
Tumbling in the breeze
An old, forgotten, broken doll
Cast aside one summer day
Abandoned by a tiny child
With other games to play
A lonely creature of the night
Crying for love lost
A pretty flower out of season
Frozen by an early frost
A never ending bitter season
A land too bleak to cultivate
A troubled mind which knows no peace
A heart too hard to break
These gifts, my love, you gave to me
When you traveled on
What’s left are ashes in the wind
And this dreary little song
although you do liken the "leaving" to a much dreaded season, I love the rhythm, you gave this poem a musical soul. I like the way this made me feel, thank you :)
this was a haunting taunt of moments... looking at things cast away that we allow to sit in the shadows of living..used up, ignored.. only to see value when we cast our eyes away from the obvious and learn to breath again.
Nice..
du lac