The tenderness
Of falling rain
After the battle
Of loves game
A deserted street
Dampened ground
Gripped in loneliness
No one around.
There is a sweetness
That still remains
Trapped within
Mornings cage
Hours early
Subdued yet still
Mingling with
The sunshines sting.
Breaking through
The grumbling clouds
To highlight my shadow
Distant sounds
The world has woken
To begin its day
The night has gone
You could not stay.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: February 27th, 2026 02:14
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Comments4
Good write N.
thanks. always appreciated
So nicely worded in rhyme and meter its images spread it like butter on bread leaving a soft and smooth taste to this poem love now gone
most kind comments, thanking you much appreciated
You are most welcome
A theme treated elegantly !
most kind, thanks and much appreciated
That is a lovely touching and caringly constructed write, if flows in a gentle and tender way, pleasure to read
Most kind, thanking you and always much appreciated
You are very welcome
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