Broken Men


The lonely
Hungry
Broken men who travel on my road….
Upon whom my heart gives It’s Love
In hopes of Love
This casteless gyspsie that I am
No dower
No great name
No beauty for kings
I give, for nothing, to the broken man
Who, by chance, travels
With me
I pretend I am a queen shaded by the trees
Of strength that towers above me
And I can lean against
To revel in that strength
And find I always lean against myself
The Tree Phantasmal
The man surreal
The Love a lie

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