Hopes
and dreams
s h a t t e r e d.
Plans
un ra vel ed.
Hearts
discarded
and thrown away.
Tears
wasted
Moments
gone
forever.
Cries
unheard.
Arms
emp ty
and long...ing.
Images
distorted.
Future
unclear.
No pot
of gold
at the end.
Just a
burnt
blackened
kettle.
All the product of
our
twisted rainbows
Oh Cathy...I just love everything about this piece. The form, how spaced words to give the affect. Perfect! And the message, oh yes, we are such weary souls - always twisting and twisting.
Nicely done sweets.
Hugs,
~Lisa~