Hindrance to my dismayA Poem by Stu. T.H.
Words can cut faster than swords could slash,
Your words turn my season from spring to winter, in a flash, All the good times, I wish to burn them all to ash, And all your honey words now turn sour and rasp. - Stu. T.H. (Aug 30, 2023) © 2023 Stu. T.H. |
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Stu. T.H.AboutAccount administrators: Donny Wells, Dan Rastley. "We are an amateur poet group that writes short stories and poems which are typically strictly fictional in nature and roots. We make poems for ou.. more..Writing
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