The sky cries
Lucid tears
A gentle sigh
Upon the breeze
A chill within
Springtimes tears
What has passed
Will always be.
The lanterns light
Faint and distant
A path that leads
Two ways
Well worn
From yesterdays
Footsteps
Secrets recreate.
In dreamlike
Superstition
Eyes focus
Tender sweet
The falling mist
Obscures
Strangers passing
Upon this street.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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There is much hidden in this poem. I have read it three times and each time a new thing appears altering the last reading. Very nicely worded with just enough ambiguity to keep the reader wondering. It has a mysterious and somewhat haunting feel to it.
you nailed my intentions of the poem perfectly, so glad you enjoyed, thanking you
Great imagery. Nice write. I really liked it.
very kind, many thanks
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