Drinking This Sunday

Life is an anomaly
forcing the annullment of
physicality's perfections.

Forgiving the fog
that hides the flaws,
appeasing a gulf
of animosity that bids farewell
to you,

the dead acorn.





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2010-10-31 at 23:01

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow, 'the dead acorn' what could have been . . . the last line, the last stroke, completed the 'painting'

. . . "Forgiving the fog that hides the flaws" I call this fog love but it can also be voluntary blindness caused by unsatisfied needs . . . eh I feel that I summarized life now:D

thank you for sharing!*applause*I always enjoy reading your poetry:)
2010-11-01


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2010-11-01