The naked goddess
Surveys the twilight
Upon the mountains
Steep recline
Moonlight in a sigh
Destined alone to die.
The pendulum
In spittle and dust
Sings Prophets praises
Dawn to dusk
Hard stone to weep
Fallen fruit to sleep.
A blinded island
Rides a rainbow
The seeker yet to find
A strangers open arms
Or merely thoughts
Left far behind.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
Deep thoughts the cycle of death and life seems to be portrayed here and the issue of time. Nicely written in rhyme.
very kind, appreciated and thanks
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