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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Author:
nephilim56 (
Online) - Published: June 25th, 2025 03:39
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Comments1
Tombstones of time. A metaphor well done. Very nicely written.
very kind, thanking you
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