Poem for the Wild Prairie Rose in Autumn's Awesome Bloom [...Yes to Whom Else but Nancy? Far Afar but Now at Liberty :)]

 There Was
MyCause She Was AND
being to more hermitage jailed I struggled, almost failed
to smile while SheHolyGhost2MeMost ghosted (think I that's what it's called):
never did it seem a silence Wrong but somehow some way I guess confess I's Wrong...

HOW CAN WE SING HER SONG IN A STRANGE PLACE, ME UNGRACED?..."
fitfully l'il pitifully that song long and unheard absurd LONELY? May-Be maybe
...yet nothing new, so I construe, for I TheGoodbyeGy again must stay High
post LoveThisTime'sByeTheBye...OK my words must now crazed, absurd2TRY an OK the Compersion-Way: Now that She TheLady TheOne
to Another seems to run; in all I when so-burned have so-learned

...Her new-love-turned ought but from me to earn
THANKSGIVING. the living Joy 2-En-joy her Power'n Liberty,
this in Bliss that NancyFancied's free...

Love that demands my duty for all-that-Beauty and too
frees me:-)




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