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All in The Bliss
This poem was written for my cat in dedication of his life that he lost the battle. He had a stroke and I couldn’t let him suffer. All though, I wanted answers and left him overnight at the vets. Following day, July 1st, Mischief Lotus passed away, he’s free.
Nothing like a writing exercise is turning into this poem, and I have the opportunity to present it to you, the reader.
What, if any, shall my love be if tho is not there in the meadow of our season? Shall it wilt as flowers do in the burning sun without thy water to sip into its roots? Shall we not meet by the tree in the meadow of our love? If it is not ordained, how so may it go forth, in the bloom of the day of our meadowed love seasoned?
I do miss thee when we are parted from us, in our meadows seasoned love.
