Hollow

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Thrum the hollow heartbeat,
sigh the sodden mind,
court the lethal hurtings;
split the psyche blind.

Deck the soul with ivy,
strip the self till bare,
fight the row of sorrow;
murky glass of care.

Stay the moment lost,
hide the key of hope,
wallow in the grieving;
hang on bitter rope.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2017/04/22/wordle-296/

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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