Green, green of eye, with strangled
cry and knuckled mouth, chasm-echoed
tricks of thought, devil-filled,
of shadows in the dark
Behold the crack of heart’s
desire, where love is thwarted,
thinking he, she seeks another,
one not he, but he his brother
He must fly at risk of thunder
from fool well-versed in blunder,
bethought a man, beheld a cripple
weak of heart and branded simple
She a kite aloft on wind, dipping
to and fro on whim, gentle dove
of sweetly cooing breast, innocent
of spurn or purposed harm and hurt
In clouds of shapes, like images
born of fire, one eye sees, but
not the other, through aching
heart afar, his passion lost on thee
The Writings of William C. Pennington 
Great post 😁
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Thank you! Happy travels! 🙂🚗🚌🛴🛵🏍🚲✈🚂🚀🛳
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love it 💕💕
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Thank you, Ray!
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Well-crafted!
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Yeah, I’m kinda proud of this one. I think I nailed the message 😄
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You did! 🙂 I’ve re-read it for its spectacular diction, sound, and syntax! 😍
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I posted on FB too. If he’s seen it, he hasn’t threatened me yet 😄😳😡🤬🧚♀️🥋🥊🔨⛏🔧💉💊🏹🗡⚔🔪🔪🔪💣💣🚬🚬⚰⚰🚀🚀🚀🚀🏴
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