Writer's Cramp entry for 16May23 |
**clock ** carnation ** curious ** catastrophe** Who was he? Discarded, ignored, A new sword honed dull, A befuddled orphan, For sale. Who was he? A budding carnation, Unusual and curious, Sinking young roots, Into mud. Who was he? A white-knuckled man, With eyes on the clock, Expecting the next, Catastrophe. Who was he? A soul who received, Forgiveness like water, In torrents of love, From above. 20 Lines
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