Forsake me, but I shall keep
A cameo onyx and silver
Nestled among sheets
In my oaken chest
Then your shadow will not stray
From the foot of my bed, you
With your white face
And charcoal brow
Only remember me in donning
Your gown like a night river
And whisper in passing
A word for me
Thoughts, Stories, Poems
Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned."Paul Valéry"
The Poetry of Emotion
Read on, it's good for the brain.
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beautiful
Thank you!
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Would love to have you share this at my Facebook poetry page… It’s for any poetry… Your own or share another’s with due credit… My main page is Hebe Muenshi… The page is called ‘moon poems’..
You are quite an awesome poet