Sighs-o-Plenty (Poem)
To my loved ones,
Wake up cold and warm burning an aching numbing it’s a warning
My soul sighs and my mind freezes Why doth not it to myself appeases?
Cry, weep, and scream out your heart; these will be the best and worst part
Of mornings of mourning till still noon. Yet hours post Meridiem go too soon
Evening and cocktail hour are upon us; We pray to those who fight and not fuss
At night aim our hearts at truest targets, then after we shall know what it begets!
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-Diana Beatrice Asteria
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