Love Poem: A Child of Three Her Blood Soaked Carpets
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Written by: Jeremy Street

A Child of Three Her Blood Soaked Carpets

Tis been over a decade now
Although it seems as that a lifetime
Since passing aneath this bridge...
Beyound the night; these words entering
Into my mind twas twilight: having then for a couple of years
Started carrying these little notebooks everywhere we went
Pouring atop pages scribbling in colours while exercising life's plight
Kiss the sun first day of winter chasing ghost and time, was such for me
Nothing has changed her song remains the same; rusted chains growing old
An infant welcome to his world waxing cold it's pain as jade tears about, their truth.