The letter had a ragged tear,
ripping through the words,
was it torn in rage,
or a fit of despair?
Sentences without endings,
still a tender heart can hope,
that another page holds fragments,
of words of love she wrote.
© ceenoa 7/6/2014
Resin Nature Art
The letter had a ragged tear,
ripping through the words,
was it torn in rage,
or a fit of despair?
Sentences without endings,
still a tender heart can hope,
that another page holds fragments,
of words of love she wrote.
© ceenoa 7/6/2014
Beautiful!
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Appreciate your comment 🙂
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Beautiful use of words Girl 3! Loved it. Move over as family poet mother!
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Too kind you are.
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Love it, my wonderfully clever poet queen!! I shall strive to learn at your feet. Although a comfy chair and table would be easier on the bones!! ;D Seriously lovely!!
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Comfy chairs are the minimum requirement. Food and drink are essential.
Thank for your lovely validation.
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Beautiful, Claudette! 😀
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Thank you Julie. 🙂
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Very nice.
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Thanks you for your kind words.
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Happiness is kind words from a friend …..