The old regime
Has passed away
Bullets mark walls
As if to say
There exists no time
Where angels climb
Rebel spirits
Interwined.
Beyond lifes touch
In another land
Save a fleeting glimpse
Or moving hand
The blood that ran
The gutters edge
Washed away
In freedoms pledge.
The narrow streets
The old town hall
In nightimes sway
Voices call
As if the battle
Still rages on
Beyond a veil
A thought upon.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Offline) - Published: November 13th, 2025 04:17
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Here my question was how much is metaphor and how much a literal picture. It is beautiful either way. Nicely done
Its a bit of both I think, sometimes it just pops in my head and I write it straight off the bat, thanks for reading, appreciated
You are most welcome
When it gets real, we are able to have bookmarks to the past as reference. But no one seems to learn from mistakes of history 🙏🕊️
so true, many thanks for reading
No worries, Norman. You are most welcome. 🙏🕊️
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