I remember the pain
Not in degree as much
Time with healing hands
Caressed my soul as such
An inner eye a wanton thought
The things we said
Now distant
Taut.
A stretching line
That feeds two points
The past the present
Time anoints
The cold wind on
A Winters day
The warming breeze
In Summers sway.
The distant echo
Within my dreams
The violent sky
In thunder screams
Wild and strong
Deep and aflame
A beautiful thing
In loves cruel game.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
Within these lines lies the distance between two in a relationship. There is the positive and negative the duality that yin and yang of nature. The warmth and the cold. Nicely composed and with great flow a fave
most kind, thanking you much appreciated as always
You are most welcome
Good write N.
thanks, much appreciated
Erm, that thunder screaming there just at the moment? - or you say: 'Not today, thank you; I don't fancy a spot of thunder!' lol.
its actually sunny, forgot what the sun looked like lol
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