The sketches paint my unsaid rue,
and night tramples them with an ultramarine hue.
It could have been, was it for me to decide;
So the moonlight heals my bruise tonight.
Bruises
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The sketches paint my unsaid rue,
and night tramples them with an ultramarine hue.
It could have been, was it for me to decide;
So the moonlight heals my bruise tonight.
Comments are closed.
amarllyis 
honestly…there are very…& I REPEAT VERY ….few ppl who could put so much of thought, depth, emotion & even life in 4 simple lines….
U r amazing in writing is all I can say dear…
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🙂 Thanks Niks. Much appreciated.
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It could have been, was it for me to decide;
So the moonlight heals my bruise tonight…
beautiful rhymes,
the imagery in words and image is breath taking..
Thanks for sharing it with poets rally week 33.
have fun visiting.
😉
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🙂
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beautiful! 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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Beautiful rhymes and even more perfect imagery – really good work.
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Hey Neha, thanks 🙂
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OMG…this is brilliant…
short but really deep…
I love it 🙂
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Well said…
I love that part …’moonlight will heal my bruises tonight’…how satirical it is!
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Thanks…
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Moonlight heals my bruise – yes. well crafted piece that honors the intelligence of the reader.
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And the intelligence of the writer? 😉 thanks
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Cleaver words, loved it 🙂
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great! very involved without being too fussy
love the simplicity
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Thanks!
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