Ink blots

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Like a young naïve sparrow  

A magnet for who gets hurt  

They say I am being foolish  

I always give them a chance  

And see who treats me right  

But so far all I have learned  

Is coldness of a dead hearts  

I know the death of my trust 

And just how long it takes  

To recover back into this life 

And the rust of their words 

Sill leaves a taste of bitterness  

Remnant gifts of their dark love  

When shadows finally…move on  


Poet of the Light © 2022  


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