You were the muse the Greeks worshiped
To my amusement, I felt satisfied
Like Apollo reached for daphnes love
I have treaded through the dark pits
For my love Eurydice
But atlast it was nothing but broken pieces
And small processing treatments
A small seed from the pomegranate tree
Behind me
I have had to let go and lose you forever to the darkness that swallowed you
Mourning my love
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Free write book
RandomThis is a free write book to post my poems, snippets of writing and also short story's I wrote. I hope you enjoy. You can comment and vote which poem, short story or text you like and leave comments and opinions also.
