CLWYDIAN HILLS

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

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.

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sorenbarrett February 6th, 2025 03:53
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 ( Norman Dickson)February 6th, 2025 04:01
  Thanking you for that great interpretation
Poetic Licence February 6th, 2025 05:26
A lovely piece on how our yesterdays can help us find hope in tomorrow on reflection, enjoyed the read
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)February 6th, 2025 05:30
  Thanking you
- Poetic LicenceFebruary 6th, 2025 05:31
  You are very welcome
arqios February 6th, 2025 05:27
Wow, that is epic! 👍🏻🕊️
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)February 6th, 2025 05:31
  So glad you enjoyed it, many thanks
- arqiosFebruary 6th, 2025 06:13
  Very much indeed 🙏🏻🕊️
Tony36 February 6th, 2025 12:28
Love it
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)February 6th, 2025 12:49
  you are very kind, appreciated
- Tony36February 6th, 2025 17:02
  You're welcome

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