Conversion.
Descent to despair can reach
dusk of underworlds
but as shadow's tide beaches
swept conscience unfurls,
clears stirrings of Self re-tied
to anticipation,
beckons to positive, re-winds
thoughts on failure
and as sense ends calamity
begins a conversion,
shows rabid despair to have
lasting reversal.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments8
I am a covert my lady Fay .. no more miserable ... happy as Larry I be ..
scintillatingly well penned ..
subtly inspirational,
those last two lines are a worded: Gong!
of awakened awareness, resonating deep...
beautifully written, as ever dear Fay
Wonderful positive write Fay. ; )
Good write Fay.
Here's one dusk aint c#gonna sink in despair yet.
Recent bad news hung heavy but was more than counterweighed by the sunshine at my window.
"Always look on the bright side of life "
Very awesome poem. Love your style Fay
Good write, Fay.
Twilight, a place of mystery.
So true Fay.
"Sometimes you don't realize you're actually drowning when you're trying to be everyone elses anchor. ~Meesa Caudill"
Andy
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