brace for the silence
cracks in worldwide trust.
ashes of vows drift
where promises combust.
She walks with head held high,
heart cuffed in rust.
No Trust
brace for the silence
cracks in worldwide trust.
ashes of vows drift
where promises combust.
She walks with head held high,
heart cuffed in rust.
Reena, this one feels quietly fierce to me. I’m struck by the weight it carries in just a few sharp lines.
~David
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Thank you, David!
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Beautiful
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome
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Well said, great poem
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Thank you, Diana!
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You’re welcome
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