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The potted plants
All died
Neglected and dried
After you were gone

I did not care
Wrapped in my cloak of sorrows
Facing empty tomorrows

Not until December
Did I remember

How very beautiful they were.




Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-02-15 at 21:58

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This flows so simply and elegantly. Like the lyrics of a great song.
2016-02-21



This is so elegant and precise. And too forlorn to bother with a title.
2016-02-17


Ivan R
Just about as perfect as a poem can be*
2016-02-16


Mick Bean
Nice
2016-02-15