Wretched

by Morgan

Wretched

How Should my Heart describe its Love
In this perplexing Hour,
To Walk and Sigh in heavy State while
Passion’s paling Flower,
Lying crushed and broken on the floor
In pools of fading Hue,
Where gales Bemuse my wretched cry
While calamity Ensues.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by:  Elena Dudina

7 Responses to “Wretched”

  1. Calamity ensues–now there’s a line I know.

  2. nice! cry freedom cry! In your question you express your love…

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