The falling leaves
From bitter trees
Form an archway
To my soul.
Remembering
That painful past
Etched in memory
Thoughts collapse.
The first return
In twenty steps
Pavilion to gates
Now projects.
A dying dream
In times pure eye
Now awakens
To watching sky.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
Lovely words. Deep meaning. Well written.
Thank you for those kind words
L9ve it
you are too kind, thank you
You're welcome
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