Church bells sing such a beautiful song
One that I do not know.
Finding comfort in the jolted song
While untied by fate.
Is it that time already?
Roses dancing in the wind;
The slice of a guillotine;
A laugh cut short.
It’s tea time.
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Author:
Rael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 14th, 2023 11:21
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about a favorite song of mine. The song added goes with it. I've gotten quite comfortable with rhyming, though it won't be a feature in most of my poems. I have a few more I've been working on that I'm uploading soon.
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
I want to start rhyming but I don’t want to be corny
Haha, that's exactly how I feel! It takes me out of whatever I'm writing because I'm more focused on the words instead of the meaning.
Ahh I like that though , thank you
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