Do you remember? Would you know my gait
If only words were left to bear my truth?
While all else lies concealed behind the weight,
Perhaps our thoughts could bridge the loss of Youth.
In conversation’s dance, our souls may meet,
Recalling days when we rode waves of verse.
With every line, their rhythm felt so sweet,
Yet now, it seems we’ve drifted—just a curse.
If only you had shared my silent plight,
To linger in dark echoes of the past,
Would memories ignite like stars at night,
Reminding us that bonds like ours can last?
So let us seek those moments once again,
And find the path where poetry began.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 17th, 2024 04:13
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
No matter when it began exactly .. or how long I can make it last for .. that precise moment, despite so often trying to recollect it has always so far eluded me .. and I imagine might always do so .. a fine reflection my friend .. Neville
Thanks N! 🙏🏻
Melancholic and haunting a reflection that glimers in the bottom of a dark well the font of inspiration. Lovely and haunting.
Reminds me of how poetry can be seen as the wailing of the soul; it isn’t always sad and dark but always deep and intense in its brewing and in its “blaring.”
Brilliant
Thanks Tony 🙏🏻
You're welcome
That path has been found arqios and will always be there.
Andy
And that is both a comfort and guide! Thanks Andy 🙏🏻 Rik
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