Notice of absence from arqios
Be kindβ¦.
β¦. words donβt rewind
Be kindβ¦.
β¦. words donβt rewind
In shadows deep, that bell does toll,
A whispering wind, a heart grown cold.
Each chime a memory, softly fell,
An echo faintly fades in sombre knell.
Dreams once bright now dimly and pale,
Like autumn leaves in a mournful gale.
Yet from the ashes, new life may swell,
For endings whisper stories yet to tell.
- Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 22nd, 2024 05:52
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 33
Comments4
Beautiful words ripple in the well of memories. The soft peal of the bell awakens the reader to these as echoes are nothing more than past sound reverberating in the empty shell of the past. Very nice Cryptic
Glad to have pulled on that bell π rope!
A fine write A.
Cheers O ππ»
Beautiful
Thanks Tony ππ»
You're welcome
beautiful - keep writing
Thank you NafisaSB ππ»
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