Footsteps whisper
Upon gliding words
Interwined
Within worlds
Inbetween
Past and gone
Reoccurring
Shadows long.
A bitter taste
Upon the tongue
Old wounds open
A burning sun
Etched in memories
Some bitter
Some sweet
Echo to the dirty street.
Kisses wanton
Which flew on air
A figure stood
At my door
A step to climb
To enter in
A solemn dream
Held within.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
A whispering good write N. Should I have whispered that comment?! lol.
SHHSSSHHHHHH ! Quietly
A comedy film said 'Yes, make a noise quietly!' lol.
good advice
This poem holds a ethereal beauty to its cryptic and rather esoteric wording. It reaches beyond. Lovely
most kind, appreciated and many thanks
You are most welcome
Lovely read, thanks for sharing!
thanking you, its much appreciated
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