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poem by:
Beth Hughes
Written
on Jun 19, 2015
Indeed from stream and strike of loving heart I gave myself to life and it to me. It pains not me to mourn when i depart, Upon the hour my life will cease to be. For I am she who sailed on seven sins And learnt and laughed with friend and foe anew. I am the one who re-tuned painful dins When destiny's drums beat my path a strew. 'O dearest life,' said she who smiled with pride, 'You are my best accomplice, yet my woe; You taunt us with deceiving easy ride- O cunning charmer, all our fears you know. Yet such magnificence you do behold When human hearts are sanctioned to unfold.'
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Timothy Nelson commented:
Love it! Very deep and well penned. "Clarksdalepoet"
ann parks
commented:
Wow!! thanks so much for this beautiful work....Ann
