Barren Is The Vine Comments
The cracked cobblestone memories, are heavy with time.
As are the wrinkles, on my once young face.
Carved by the years, burned by the sun, barren is the vine.
Cold fingers now reap the harvest, of this empty place.
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This poem is perfection Jack. You really should write more my friend.
chilling! Another great poem! - really love the feel and images this one creates! !
A haunting piece....I've read it thrice and will continue to come back to this. Sends a slight shiver down my spine.
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7/27/2025 11:52:21 AM # 1.0.0
one are the flowers of Spring from my mind. the flowers fade as time goes on. a lovely write.