Concerns of a beloved


Roses are browning
lilies withering
with no beams
from lilacs—

so many thoughts
conceived under
the curtain
of my mind—

being far
on a purple’s land
bleeds me to red
of heart breaks—

the times we spent
together inside hearts
puts heavens thought
of you in me—

how do the birds sing,
now that we are apart?
whereas we should
be each others keeper—

I am troubled
of your health
and your comfort
these ladden me heavily—

The Village Thinker © 2014


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