Tomorrow
When echo fades
From the yesterday
In violet haze
And shadows
Of a long dead night
Enveloped
In morning bright.
With wisdom born
From pain and loss
I lay a wreath
Below the cross
Knowing with
An inner eye
Poets weep
Artists die.
The gathering cloud
Now whispers leave
The blossoms fall
From swaying trees
To turn my back
Leave you alone
Deep in ground
In love is known.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
Good write N.
thanking you its appreciated
"Knowing with
An inner eye
Poets weep
Artists die."
A great set of lines. The entire poem is moving and so well worded an easy fave
very kind comments, thanking you and much appreciation
You are most welcome
Indeed, after trying and crying comes the dying. Superb 🕊️🙏🏻
much appreciated, thanking you reading
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