Heart sore, silent weeps.
Forever gone – the days drag on
Alone. You left me.
Heart sore, silent weeps.
Forever gone – the days drag on
Alone. You left me.
I live in Northern Ireland among history and myth, reality and dreams: mountains, bushes, trees, fields, historic sites and lots and lots of rain - hence the greenery!
I love to read and to write.
Poetry is
a release,
an escape,
catharsis,
fun,
a way to express myself.
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March 27, 2017 at 5:34 pm
sad but pretty
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March 27, 2017 at 5:38 pm
Thank you. I wrote it after losing my dad and found it impossible to write more. This covered everything I felt
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