SlippingA Poem by Mark HartFirst post
She defies my fade,
As I slip-slip-away. At the very edge of breath, She breaks through MY decay. Minds are meant to bend but mine just breaks. Beneath the weeping willow, Their laughing for my sake. At the very edge of breath She breaks through the shade - Sweeping my spots of darkness (as I slip-slip) away.... © 2023 Mark HartReviews
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