Let me tell you a tale
of an old satin heart
that was patched on an olive tree
ragged and wretched
with fibers of bickering lines
cleaved to a bud on a branch
if it ever had a soul
it will be a miserable one
wandering in a lonely Eden
laying thorns of twisted vines
Yet in all it’s gory
a peasant girl found it
alleviated it’s misery
fixed the stretched squares
washed the jagged dirt
turned it into an art of lost emotions
and a fine testimony of lost but found
“It’s never too late to start again”…

Author: I- read

This is a free blog aimed at watering poetic minds and quenching the thirst of readers. My passion for words commemorates the desires to speak the truth, interplay with emotions and voice the fights in troubled souls. Welcome to i-read..

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