The Sunday Whirl presents the following words for us to use:
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The Playlist
A common theme displayed,
Poems of love and longing;
Laments of unrequited dreams,
Prayers for warm belonging.
The storytellers bare their hearts,
Asking for compassion;
Can we head down that road
In a truly honest fashion?
Emotions ascend to dizzy heights
To rescue from the rubble,
These singers of the sad laments:
But morning bursts the bubble.
The recipient of this playlist
Few can understand
The dark, foreboding shadow
Of its cold malignant hand.
We are, as they say, caught between,
With no answers so to speak.
We close our eyes and bow our heads
And tears run down our cheek.
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© 2023 J Cosmo Newbery
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This is very sad indeed.
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