PurposeA Poem by danalynThat is the point right? “Point of what?” Point of life “And that is?” To love so much That it rivals death’s own To love so much That once this pain passes And death swallows you whole, Your love is taken from wounded fingers, bleeding knuckles And planted upon this damp Earth For it to continue on such dead, beating hearts © 2023 danalyn |
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danalynManila, PhilippinesAboutI usually write poetry that is part of a developing poetry book that would most likely not be published haha. Thank you for criticisms and comments! more..Writing
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