Obsolete Poem by Herman Hoyte

Obsolete



I wrote my word in blood.

she etched sand with her shoe

she grew tired, simply withdrew

but my soul was pricked, hard to undo.

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Gajanan Mishra 19 September 2013

grew tired, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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