a forlorn face,
drunken gait,
glasses askew,
hair a perfect
place for sparrows
to rest,
mismatched slept-in
yesterday’s clothes,
but a heart
shining a little
too bright
to be bothered
by how grim
things look
from the outside
lets it slide
for a while
before it jumps in
to save a life!
©Aaysid
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
Albert Camus
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Wonderful piece, Aaysid.💕
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Thank you, Grace. I am glad that you liked it. 🙂
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My pleasure. I sure did. 💕
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Outstanding post, Aaysid! There are many things to love about your poem, Aaysid. I will share a few things: the visual created in the beginning of the poem, the line break after “perfect,” the phrasing, and the contrast (bright/grim). 🌟
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That is incredibly kind of you, Michele.😍 Thank you so much for your lovely words.😊
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Just being honest, Aaysid. Honestly kind. 😊 I enjoy your poems.
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😍🤗
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Aaysid, please continue with the superb work – your writing and your job. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Terveen. Your encouraging words mean a lot to me.😊
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