![]() The Book of UsA Poem by Chris Shaw![]() (one from the archives)![]()
That book of us, is slim it's true,
its hardback cover turquoise blue, its title bold, its letters gold and there upon a page inside in print that's smudged by tears which fell, the only words I wish to say and why with pain I walked away. "I loved you well but I could tell that butterfly inside of you had squandered us, had wandered on with ease it seems and little fuss. My dear you were the death of us."
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59 Reviews Added on July 2, 2019 Last Updated on July 2, 2019 Author![]() Chris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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