Tag: pebbles
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Passing On To Glory
Passing On To Glory All I hear is condolences Rolling off grief stricken tongues They hit me Like hard pebbles meant for skipping They tell the tale of a daughter Who lost her father last week Kind faces filled with sympathy towards me Are hurtful and bring no relief But through sorrow we heal together…
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I’m Cold
Let’s keep the late night poetry vibe going. The next piece is… I’m Cold some may say, i’m cold been staring at and analyzing a ruthless society since i was 2 days old dark brown pebbles… uprooting its blackened coal Love always, Esha <3
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