Between stormy seas and fate on hand
Between love and hate and us on hand
What I feel, the hurt, the frustration
My heart and soul you vacate on hand
I was promised the moon but wasn’t there
Of broken trust that escalates on hand
When poems are so melancholic
Time to contemplate on things on hand
Cry it all out and learn the lesson
Move on Ladylee, hope awaits on hand
(c) ladyleemanila 2018
Very good Ghazal! I still consider this one of the toughest 10-line forms we’ve looked at. I love how you addressed yourself in the last line.
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thank you, Abigail 🙂
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