I've befriended the mouse that lives in my room.
The ghosts in the shower,
The grey sky of noon.
A cadency hides in the songs of my storm.
The passing of time,
The riddle of form.
Haunted by the tide, each grain of sand knows -
Permanence is akin
To warm winter snow.
No moment or place where a static resides,
Save for fearful hearts -
Where change merely hides.
I've befriended the end built into the start.
The shadow of death
Lends life to the heart.
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Author:
Quemis (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Fear turns into a slow, pretty sadness. Slowly.
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Comments3
Thank you!
nicely done!
just passing through and stumbled upon these words... thoroughly enjoyed.... cheers, Neville
Thank you very much!
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