Angel's cuppa tea...A Poem by Frieda PShe folded over the wildflowers, as a proper napkin sitting in her lap pristine setting of china rose tea sipping daintily beneath her eyes extra sugar in her brewed unraveling poison of his cup was as profoundly robust as he felt the toxicity of his words, as he hit the floor she curtsied knowing full well the only antidote was her desperate release to hell Angel's Trumpets blared in perfect sync © 2014 Frieda PAuthor's Note
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Added on March 23, 2014Last Updated on March 23, 2014 Tags: wildflowers, poison, proper, Angel's Trumpet, antidote AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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