My eyes see the resemblance of heaven,
In each and every brethren,
As love reaches like a tree,
In skies of memory.
And dreams of roses,
Grows as seas deepen,
And the moon is full.
As the clouds are weeping.
My arms will stretch.
And hug the depths.
Of what you are seeking.
As hate is weakening.
And tears are sweeping.
Like sorrows last breath.
And crossed hearts are narrow.
In the storms of tomorrow.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: April 4th, 2025 08:27
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Comments3
Rhyme after rhyme in a poem of metaphor. Nicely written
Cleverly crafted write that can have many meanings, enjoyed the flow of the read
Excellent write
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