Your words
Sink 36,000 feet below
Where I bestow
Feathers from your mantel
Flowers for your candle
A simple “hello”
There was a time
I trip-mined
Over our demise
Trenches filled with water
Worries fell to slaughter
But you were still mine
Like golden arrows
Muskets for the scarecrows
Love found in the narrows
I wonder how deep we go?
Copyright © 2025 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.
~Been writing lines since 1989~
PoeEternal 
A profound and melancholic poem, navigating between love and loss with beautiful imagery. It feels like a descent into the depths of emotion.
Have a great week.
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Thank you for the feedback and hello! Hope you have a WONDERFUL HOLIDAY SEASON!
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This is awesome Delia! Brilliant writing! ❤
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Thank you! Happy holidays and hope you are well!
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