A person,
Is like an onion,
And the layers,
Are that,
Which has been placed,
To hide the sweet sweet heart,
From all but the true.
In response to a piece by Cynthia
Poetry, Writing, Pontification, Illumination, Obfuscation, Realization
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7 comments:
"Looking throught the bent back tulips"...
the trouble with onioins is that there is nothing in the middle, nothing at that the centre unlike an artichoke!
"Looking throught the bent back tulips"...
Very nice!
To see the core you must persevere.
Livewire - And see throught the tears.
That can be the hard part...
Thank you for this response poem
Anonant. You have reminded me
of the sometimes hidden sweet
heart within another.
Yeah!
I gotta lotta opinions
about Seventh-Heaven.
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