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The path was mildewed,
slippery, mountain top high and lean. We followed you over a fungied fence carrying our burdens, blindly trusting. Your bag was simple bamboo, 120 mgs of pain - perhaps you did not see mine was 120 kgs of pure pain. I carried it alone, baby on hip, until I could not. Ghost husband reached out to catch us, guess that was kind of a mind ****ery somewhere in the ether. Falling, Falling, Falling, Falling, Would it ever end? Eyes wide in terror, I watched the cliffs pass by as I canon balled down, waiting for death. The strangest thing. I landed in a barn filled with straw, unhurt, but with two fresh holes, one in each palm. Crucified, by religion, yet free. |
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PAINFUL N ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Thank you Robin... I write what I know... keeping it real ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Yes I Know.
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Nice poem
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ABeauty of Sixty Kgs lighted.. Carrying 120 Kilograms of Pain Travelling So Many Kilometres Of Life Still Is Suspense.... .....Robin ![]() |
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Edited by
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Mon 03/28/22 05:55 AM
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I have come to the conclusion you enjoy my poetry Robin.... you keep diving and finding it.
If you want to read more of me, I am Ladywind at www.Allpoetry.com. You will find superb poets there ![]() ![]() Take care x . ![]() ![]() Invitation ![]() I will surely check out if i get a free time ahead. ![]() ![]() |
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