To PRC
O maiden fair,
betrayed you were;
all your fluttering hopes,
all your shining dreams,
crushed by the
careless hand
which these
lines etches.
Be that one day
you would stand
on my grave,
healthy and fair,
and would get
to curse the soil
that such wretched
bones hides.
03.12.2022
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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