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Love Hurts.
An arrow burns
across the night
the aim is true,
and swift the flight.
A string was plucked
across the seas,
the arrow loosed
with practised ease.
Unseen it flies
to find its mark
the cut goes deep,
straight to the heart.
Enjoyed The Arrow's Flight
I have not heard it said so eloquently in awhile - nice. xoxoxox - Stella :D
Thank you Stella, this came
Thank you Stella, this came about because I was listening to a song on the radio and something in the song struck a chord, and inspired this poem, emotions and music are bound together arn't they. :-) Sue x
So nice to know that you still enjoy songs on radio
I too listen to FM radio every night
©bishu
Oh yes Bishu, I listen every
Oh yes Bishu, I listen every day, some is not 'my thing' but I like to hear something beside myself, and dog and two cats in the house. I like to catch the news too. Thank you for commenting. Sue :-)