But alas there is nothing of thread,
Nothing of wine,
Nothing of nothing.
Time is lost,
Love is sequestered.
But it was fool, the place where I stood...
About Me
- The Winter Blossomer
- Welcome to the Winter Blossomer's Canvas, painted with words and filled with sentimental trinkets from my artistic journey.
2 comments:
Nice poem, I personally would've liked it if I could've understood 'sequestered' and the last line, but it was nicely punctuated with a tone that really brought out the mood of the poem. I anticipate your next work.
sequestered: it means silenced, kept apart, withdrawn, secluded, kept secret... hope that helps ;
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