We place a burden on the shoulders of our words
We tell them they can create and invent
An unforeseen history, an impossible age to come
Or they can destroy all on which out labors are spent
They can mend the cosmos and make the heavens come undone
So gingerly, I set the winds upon the seas I have rent
As I place a burden on the shoulders of my words
This was beautiful! 💕
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hank you so much, you’re so kind 🙂
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Beautiful poem..especially the last line. The picture just brought so many memories of me using the ink pen in my school years.
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Thank you 🙂 I’m glad it was able to take you somewhere for a moment
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You bet. Your poetry always have that profound effect on me.Keep writing.
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Fantastic as always, December… Beautiful and true words!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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