THE SPLITA Poem by Betty Hermeleelove broken
THE SPLIT I plead with you late Don’t pluck my twine of passion Splits my love in half
Death will fall ‘pon me I shall not note your green eyes Nor your scented skin
I shan’t let you die Yet my heart is soon absent My doubts heartfelt indeed © 2021 Betty HermeleeReviews
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4 Reviews Added on December 1, 2021 Last Updated on December 1, 2021 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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