Time has chipped
Away at names
Birth and death
Chiselled lines
Each a story
Faded now
Long lost
Upon Winters brow.
When snow it melts
And frost declines
Spring will open
Starry eyes
Stones like statues
Will arise
To greet the daffodils
All in line.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
Tombstones of time. A metaphor well done. Very nicely written.
very kind, thanking you
This poem is a testament to life's renewal cycle. Two scenes contrasting in life, but life always brings reprise.
very kind, thanking you
A charming poem.
appreciated, many thanks
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