Self Image

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Like an obedient kid

where her shadow goes, she follows

Or a drifted bee

Where flower blooms, she bows

But then on some days

When came the whisper of haze

and all effort to rein in anguish fails

she let amok run its ruins


D’Verse’s Quadrille #122 with the word Go.

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    1. It is. Did not plan it to be too dark, but it turned out that way, so I just follow where the poem wants to go. Kinda taking a risk actually. Thank you for stopping by and commenting.

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