__Laziness causes me to post this Cinquain that bubbled up, and out of Talon's good work, her post of Monday the 25th.
cold hands
blood of worry
flows true from yours to mine
yet when this crisis comes to close
warm smiles
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
6 comments:
I am too tired of "crises", even to ask what's the crisis -- still, the ending sounds to solve it! :)
Good poem, Magyar -- liked Talon's post as well, today was good too :)
wishes,
devika
beautifully done, I'm sure Talon will be pleased :)
I loved this Cinquain, Magyar. It's beautiful writing. Your work never fails to amaze and delight me. Thank you.
A good job of it, too.
I really like this..nice ending
Wonderfully said M. Would that each and every crisis ended with warm smiles.
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