As the wind approaches my weary sighs the life seems to be still
To the rustling leaves giving me the rhymes I thank you with this piece
As the scent approaches my lingering lies I just can't let go of thee
For the threads to cut were all by hand should I bleed untill it seeps
Fly away
Fly away
O my bird of misery
Let me hold
Let me keep
The last stroke of my being
Interminged
Intertwined
All there is to be
Lost in ways
Drift in eyes
All there is to seek
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Author:
arial (
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Comments3
A most lovely poem of what is of value and with a sense of peace and acceptance to let it be. Wonderful
Very vibrant imagery! Strange how peaceful moments make us reflect on our gloomiest feelings.
Nicely written write of understanding what is important and what we need to let go, and excepting to just let life be, nicely expressed and written
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