Memories tied
In a simple bow
Where once
The sun did shine
Simple steps
Clothed in silence
Upon a lonely road
Enshrined.
Handcuffed words
Imprisoned in ink
Seek quiet solace
A time to think
Come home, come home
A desperate plea
Lost in time
Never meant to be.
Angels voice
In solitude
Footprints in
The sinking sand
The burning waves
Of emptiness
In memory stranded
Stands.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
This poem speaks of memories and the past now gone. A lovely write and a fave
most kind thanking you
My pleasure
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