After I finished my handicraft
We'll go together full of apples in the basket.
The far away isolated park where a bench is alone since last year.
A year has passed but you are still stuck in the town.
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Much to read between the lines in this provocative poem. Fascinating read, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
A sad tale of love and abandonment. Your country lass with her cane basket reminds us all of all those hard working souls disappointed in love. Spinster is such an evocative word and you use it with great emotional weight in this fine poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥