Free verse № 26626
The Epitaph
The Waves marry clandestine
On the green banks of the overflowing
Overwhelming Nature;
I try to combine
In the midst of the scrupulousness of tuberculosis
that stains with color the pale handkerchief of my Existence
Happiness with Blood;
But O those flushed flowers are in full bud again
And I find fishes unwinking once more
No!I feel ,I feel the disturbing distance
Between this vaulted grave and that Vaulted Sky.
6 comments
This could be really good and I see you've re edited it. But....its still flawed check line 8, change the opening of line 10,
take your time I f****g love beginning and end but the aforementioned's gotta get sorted.
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