Broken the reed in Pan’s fife
Silent the music that cuts like a knife
A drought scratching thirst in the dark
Dripping clear notes from a lark
The dust of dreams blows in destiny‘s winds
Broken bits of hope and of sins
Grit in the eye brings water that runs
Down the gutter of time and scorching suns
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sorenbarrett (
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The words are deeply felt my friend. I sense sadness and lack of hope.
But one should always be optimistic my friend.
I liked your rhymes.
Thank you so much, my friend for reviewing this poem and for your most kind comment
We must trust in destiny because in the end at least for me, it's always what it was meant to be
The dust of dreams blows in destiny‘s winds
This lines is just wonderful. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. Your words are very encouraging. Thank you so much.
like the way you wrote this
and words you have chosen
to express your poem
you have a talent for writing
brilliant work xxx
Thank you so much Jim for your read and your comment. It is most appreciated and highly valued.
your welcome its to nice to know someone
with such a talent xx
I could make a rubber stamp for your work; Clear, concise, tasteful" Keep them coming.
Thanks, Dan I appreciate your read and comment. Thank you for your support.
That gutter of time is with us all but the longer the gutter the brighter our life will be soren.
Andy
Thank you, Andy, I appreciate your reading this poem and for your bright words of confidence.
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