CharcoalA Poem by @_av_poetryI pick up the worn out charcoal stick Made up from something that was once alive, Now burned. I want to sketch the hills and valleys of your body But my hand shakes, unable to capture what was once mine, Now gone. The dark ash has no hope of depicting the depth of your eyes, The blueness of them, the soul in them, the love in them, Now lost. I put down the worn out charcoal stick The paper remains blank, the image of you once cherished, Now forgotten. © 2019 @_av_poetryFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on September 22, 2019 Last Updated on September 22, 2019 Author@_av_poetryUnited KingdomAboutWriting is my life. It keeps me sane. My biggest hope is that my writing can make an impact in someone's life, even if it means it will just make someone smile or shed a tear. more..Writing
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