And in the final act
we were all just human
intoxicated with the idea
that love, only love would
heal our starved hearts,
mend our brokenness and
bind our wanton lust with
rose thorns and red petals.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He enjoys thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, playing guitar and time with his cats Merlin and Willa.
Well said, Ken. This is your best poem yet!
ReplyDeleteWell said, Ken. This is your best poem yet!
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