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A Rare Truth
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A Rare Truth

Bloom could the cherries no more,
The haste that burdened,
Made visionary the sight,
Restrictions frequent but pure,
Had not known,
The cold bare winter tree,
That stood all day long,
To which history had shared the secret.

Once it happened so,
A bird wingless sought shelter too,
For the black ghosty witch had entered,
And into the button staid eyes,
The irony lay, the heart shivered,
Till the fear traveled and made cold the bones,
The weighty burden was carried,
Until downloading lightened the shoulders,
The sky shone making the air sweet,
And the lips smiled with the curves of joy,
All was seen a rare truth of dependent history.

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Comments (7)

your poem is really meaningful and creative, and I like it. can you please read and rate my poem " I seek a friend" . thank you
a lovely poem. nice imagery. the sky shone making the air sweet. and the lips smiled with the curves of joy.
a lovely written poem..the idea is quite rich.. meaningful and heart touching poem..specially these two lines are very very meaningful And the lips smiled with the curves of joy, All was seen a rare truth of dependent history.
hi there...very nice lines Bloom could the cherries no more, The haste that burdened, Made visionary the sight, Restrictions frequent but pure, Had not known, i too write in this double inverted style....at times i am castigated for it....but what to do...you write as u like to... i liked your lines a lot cheers
Nice poem.... when you were wet in thoughts! ! ! and you wanna share those very potenially! ! great urge to say what u thinking..........10 Ali
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