Sang a poet so long ago
If winter is here, can spring be far behind
But would I survive the harsh winter cold
And the frost that has frozen the mind
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Like a solitary oak bereft of leaves
And love, do I lonely stand
No life does sprout, no water flows
To feed the barren land.
Hats off to the flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing.10 + points.
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Like a solitary oak bereft of leaves And love, do I lonely stand No life does sprout, no water flows To feed the barren land. Hats off to the flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing.10 + points.
Thank you sir.. for your warm comments. Coming from a poet I admire, it is very encouraging indeed.