Today I cannot love, today
there is a wall that’s built, I see
and toss a brick myself.
One atop and mortar it.
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A lovely write, a lovely read, a lovely moving and beautifully produced piece of writing. A real joy to have found it. Thanks so much. Loved it. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
The other lost his tongue; it killed itself in spite ... tongue is the most wickedest part of the body. fine development here, Ben. Night would not exist without the moon, nor life itself. ~~sjg
Another brilliant poem Ben. Beautiful imagery and I particularly like the first stanza. The rhyme scheme I feel also contributed to the emotions conveyed and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Reading your work makes me want to snap my pencils, tear up my work and let it blow away on the wind, back and forth as I could never hope to be as talented as you! Keep writing! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx