Bronze of a Garden’s Lily

immobile, mortal love cast in bronze.
measurable lines divide a garden’s center
from a stricken soul,
lost in torrents of a brewing hurricane.
can bronze tear, lonely drops of dew.
can a man break,
from a clouded mind of lorn.
bronze in a garden of lilies,
beyond finger’s grasp.

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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