Michael Evarts
Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read

Betta Tryptophan. Very nice poem. I like the imagery that you have written about this house. I could have been a home, or it could have been a barren place where lives just intersected without touching? We’ll never know, imagine yes, but never know. The mystery of this place, house or home, has died with the last breath of someone who shared the warmth she kept for one who would desire her. Long gone now, but not forgotten, never forgotten.

Very nicely written poem Betta.

Well done you.

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