How can I write poetry?
When my life is bereft of a story
Youth’s riverbed ran empty and dry
when I did believe hope was worth a try
The heart paced without a lover’s embrace
Nor the face of beauty did grace
Not mine were the kisses of fate’s promises
Adulthood’s sky was all wishes with misses
Should I then abandon poetry?
Maybe write with a touch of melancholy
But I will not let bitterness my lyric sully
For dignity is the mountain in my valley
I will not rue fortune’s thrones
I will find comfort among the stones
A dash of humility is the poor weaver’s thread
The gratitude at providence’s lessons is his bread
Monte – too beautiful to good . What a gift. So happy that you are using it and sharing it
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Melancholic yet too good. May beauty and your gifts always adorn you.
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