THE RETURN

nephilim56

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.

 

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2024 08:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • peet

    Lovely words. Deep meaning. Well written.

    • nephilim56

      Thank you for those kind words

    • Tony36

      L9ve it

      • nephilim56

        you are too kind, thank you

        • Tony36

          You're welcome



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