recent dawns have her bound in chains newly linked
an innocent young spirit has begun to shrink
I promise to not let her drown
even as I’m sinking down
I keep feeling I should be further down this road
leaving mistakes strewn among the miles strode
my head is filled with words of song
that dreams have written all night long
if I ink them on the page or sing them out
will that alleviate pain and doubt
I live my days
learning to use the love you gave
believing what happens has some reason
keeps me moving from season to season
birches in the back – Lincoln Woods, Lincoln, RI
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lovely
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Thank you
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Beautiful poem and I love how you structured it!
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I liked writing this one. Inspired from important pieces of my life. thank you
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My pleasure!
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The poem, and these words resonated purely with my thoughts tonight…. it’s 3.00am and my dream is alive in my head…..
“my head is filled with words of song
that dreams have written all night long
if I ink them on the page or sing them out
will that alleviate pain and doubt”
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As always, thanks for reading Ivor
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Such a beautiful poem ❤
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Thank you
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My pleasure
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