THE WOUNDED HEART (Free Style)
~The Wounded Heart~
Mortally wounded blushes she,
Hiding behind clouds of foggy gray
Blue skies covered by fields of gold
Nosegay flamboyant, peers in days of May.
Constantly she pledges loyal promises
Love feigning vows eternally he
Now dull and dready Autumn leaves
Upon bleached ground once brightly lit.
Dorian Petersen Potter
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