My memories return
Lost in the river
Sunshine of day
The numb legs of summer.
Thoughts interwine
With the ripples of time
The sweet smelling meadow
Forests of mind.
Each reflection a mirror
Each wave a rhythme
Oars to the water
Lifting sublime.
Leaves that fall gently
Tears to the breeze
That blew away love
The creaking old trees.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
Online) - Published: April 5th, 2025 03:17
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Comments1
So many metaphors flow through this poem that it is easy to miss one. Nicely done
thanking you
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