Murder

Murder short poem

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You told me lot of stories…..
on the field, in the moonlit night.

stars above and the moon alone
listened to your words,

far away,
someone is singing a song,
song of desire and despair
song of departure…….

a story about a queen
who buried a sword in the beating heart….

no blood was there,
only tears,

star and moon witnessed the murder…….all alone……..

quick sand every where……who knows where the times go……..

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Fabrizio Frosini
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a story about a queen
who buried a sword in the beating heart….

no blood was there,
only tears,

this is an interesting poem: a tale of “desire and despair”. Well penned, Asoke

Galina  Italyanskaya
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Stunning!
So whose beating heart was it?
I can’t help thinking that it was her own.
I don’t really know what you mean, but I see it as she has murdered her hopes or… maybe her revenge.

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