Like doll on a shelf
30 May 2020
Icicles
Playing with my tears
Uprooted
From the trees
Falling they put soul at ease
On weather’s arrears
The water
The heart deranges
Fraying path
Through the veins
Its wake the mind estranges
Seasons of our pains
In their light
I renewed myself
No longer
Prone to flee
Circumstances that shook me
Like doll on a shelf
Reading of the poem:
Eurythmics – Here Comes The Rain Again (Freemasons Remix)
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
A beautiful poem with an uplifting final verse. “Circumstances that shook me like a doll on a shelf’ is a marvellous couplet.
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Thank you Derrick 🙂 As they say, change is inevitable
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Indeed
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