a biting wind blows through wistful oaks winter settles in her heart far, far from home…happiness long gone she covers sorrow with words and art snow fills in the footprints of her youth she digs them out every spring happiness long gone…far, far from home to erstwhile days, she stubbornly clings her heart beats in sync with short, gray days as her thoughts flow back in time far, far from home…happiness long gone she dreams of childhood, ever sublime in this frigid land, ice fills her veins a red sludge of days passed by happiness long gone…far, far from home soon, she prays, soon let my spirit fly ©2023 jai ZaniLa Rhyme
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On the Fringe of Darkness 
Jai, this is a beautiful poem and I love the form. It has a poignancy which makes your heart ache❤️
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Thank you, Lorraine. I tend to do my bleeding on paper, if you know what I mean. 💖
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Such yearning and so beautifully expressed. great and grand Jai🤍
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Thank you, Destiny. 💜
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Words beautifully, sorrowfully arranged…😭
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Thank you, Sister. ❤️
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Poignant and lovely 🖤
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Thanks, Paula. 🖤
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Cold, dark, and hopeless. This sounds like a prison to me. 🤗🖤
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More or less…she knows there’s no escape.
Thanks for stopping by, Rann. 🖤
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