The sorrow filled
The bottle so nicely,
Drips in the bucket,
Overflowing.
Tears fall,
Like autumn rains,
So labored,
So trying,
Are my emotions,
which flood
The days and nights,
I spend crying,
Ahead I see nothing,
Nothing but sorrow,
Twisted together with grief,
Oh, how trying it is.
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Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Be safe,
Karen