Black PearlsA Poem by NevilleBlack
Pearls She was, in every sense a real delight, but very strange indeed .. She said, that she was nothing but a pirouette carried like some fragile, long lost windblown seed, upon a gentle breeze .. Although, she was so very sad at having crashed so very far from home .. Yes, she was in every sense, a little gem, but oh’ so very, very dark indeed .. And whispered, she was nothing but a silhouette and asked, if I should like to watch her bleed black pearls, to hide the hurt of being left so far behind .. © 2024 Neville |
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Added on September 12, 2024 Last Updated on November 15, 2024 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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