He called me frivole!
Cold in the wind of winter
I saw the word as a binder,
Hot, bitter, sour in a mug
Frivolous!
He called me addicted!
Flinging and clinging with desperation
The word brought into mind frustration,
Illusion, delusion, necessity are sweet
Addictive!
He called me désolée!
A fading color leaf in autumn
I took the word as utterly forgotten,
In flight and dance of rouge created
Desolated!
Everyone from everywhere 
Brilliant and elegant ❤❤❤
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The indignation and humor and wit throughout this is fantastic
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Nicely done.
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Lovely poem. 😀
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Thanks
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Beautiful poem
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Hey, here’s wishing you a Merry Christmas!😄 This day is special, they say when and if you pray for something with your heart, it might come true! Well I hope that from this day on, you find your light and start your journey out if the troubles☺ God bless!
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Great post. The poem really resonates.
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Hi.I am speechless and don’t know what to say about this poem.I really don’t have words for your poem.I hope you get my msg.
rgds
ravi
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Thank you! I am glad my poem has such powerful effect!
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very nice – best, beth
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Lovely piece, Fragilistic. Thanks for stopping by my blog and following. 🙂 — Suzanne
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