A day when the sun never rose resting in darkness' throes
Hope sleeps in repose without the grace to remove its clothes
Blanketed night peacefully sleeps not feeling frost's bite that creeps
Truth's ever shining light protected from reality's cold fright weeps
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For me this is the cold winter days where Hope and Truth are struggling. A Fascinating poem mi amigo
Thanks so much for your read of this short piece and for your interpretation that fits quite well. It is always most appreciated.
Hope and truth finding life a bit difficult at the moment, enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani it is in the illusion of hope that comfort is found. I appreciate your review and kind words wishing you well
You are very welcome
Good wrrite SB.
Thanks so much Orchi
Good write SB.
Thank you Orchi I appreciate it
And here it is in all its glory, yes dearest sorrenbarret a very talented pen indeed, sends hope to all. 🌹
Thank you my friend for your taking your time to read this piece and for your kind words they are always appreciated
Haunting and beautiful. This captures a sense of stillness and quiet sorrow with elegance, like a moment suspended in time where even light has chosen to rest. Well written!
Thank you so much Salvia for your read and interpretations. Your kind words serve as encouragement that is most appreciated
Such a profound sleep of light and shadow—your imagery lingers like a dream one doesn’t wish to leave. Lovely work.
Thank you Mottakeenur for your review and your most encouraging comment
The first line reminds me of a horror drama. Incredible writing. Cheers!
Thank you Damaso for taking the time to review this piece it means a great deal
Your poem breathes a haunting yet gentle melancholy, capturing the weight of a world cloaked in endless night. The imagery of hope asleep, unable to shed its covering, evokes a poignant stillness, while frost's creeping bite underscores the quiet ache of vulnerability. In truth's weeping light, there is both sorrow and defiance; a sense that even through veils of darkness, its essence endures, waiting for the dawn to lift the shroud. A deeply stirring and evocative piece!
Thank you Cryptic your sensitive interpretation is most appreciated and valued.
Oh where oh where did that little hope go? Along with with truth, of course, out the forking window! 😂 Or so it seems anymore. Great write, dear friend. A fave! 🌹👏
Thank you very much Tristan for the read and kind words of comment they are very important to me. Hope sleeps.
Indeed, it does! You are most welcome!
That truth will always show its light soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy for the encouragement and support it is most appreciated
such tragic and beautiful verse..moved me..
Thank you so much Nafisa for your read of this piece and for your most kind words of support they mean a great deal
you are welcome
glad to read such gems always - keep composing
Amazing flow! Beautiful expression of figures of speech!! This is Beautifully written
Most kind of you. Your words are most appreciated
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