CLWYDIAN HILLS

nephilim56

Clwydian Hills
Echo my thoughts
High above
My breath is caught
Leaning, peering
Mouthing words
Silent oaths
Promises cursed.

Moonlight it shimmers
A breathing peak
Its heart to beat
Its soul to sleep
Knowing still
Deep inside
The poets tears
Cannot hide.

Love forsakes
Free of conscience
Without mercy
Bitterness counting
Hours, days
Weeks become
A memory now
Beneath new sun.

 

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 6th, 2025 02:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A beautiful portrayal of how each step is the begining of a new journey how each day is the begining of a new life and memory is just that reflection upon what was. Haunting in a way and hopeful in another

    • nephilim56

      Thanking you for that great interpretation

    • Poetic Licence

      A lovely piece on how our yesterdays can help us find hope in tomorrow on reflection, enjoyed the read

    • arqios

      Wow, that is epic! 👍🏻🕊️

      • nephilim56

        So glad you enjoyed it, many thanks

        • arqios

          Very much indeed 🙏🏻🕊️

        • Tony36

          Love it

          • nephilim56

            you are very kind, appreciated

            • Tony36

              You're welcome



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