Open Poetry #45 |
Tilling |
martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Turning over restless nights if only I could sleep as the rest seem to do with ease oh how the memories fill too weary to wake to restless to sleep feeling alien to this world and the thoughts of love's seed sown in the hedges and the brush the rocks and hard places it all seems dry no matter how many tears moisten the ground I continue to plant faithfully until fertile soil welcomes me |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
And it will, dear Kenneth, it will. Very nice write. Love, Margherita |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
"in the hedges and the brush the rocks and hard places it all seems dry no matter how many tears moisten the ground I continue to plant" Very sad..and lack of sleep will do that to a soul. Enjoyed. |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
I know how those sleepless nights are. I have too many of those myself. |
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