Late

Dasim

The evening’s mantle

Dense at first,

Becomes a light breeze.

It whispers a tale of

Steps taken and not taken,

Tears shed and not shed.

Prayers offered and promises broken,

Words spoken and not spoken.

Some meant to heal or hurt.

Timeworn angers, old sorrows,

Distant truths and desires

No longer heavy with passion,

Lie under an indifferent, forgetful dust.

And the heart suddenly knows

That it is time to smile.

Because only love is left.

  • Author: Dasim (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2020 10:03
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Goldfinch60

    Love is the strongest of emotions and will always be there.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful flow, it reads like a refreshing stream paving its own path down a hill, smoothly traversing one line at a time,
    good read



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