To tremble
At the day
Fear echoes
Thoughts as clay
The spinning wheel
Lifes cruel fate
Forces courage
A moment late.
The tancred sky
The howling wind
The heartbeats thread
Justice sinned
In its quest
The wandering soul
Reaches far
Its edges cold.
To challenge reason
Loves immature hand
Hopes and dreams
Footsteps in sand
The turning clock
Its nearing sign
Its clumsiness
Its destined time.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
Good write N.
Thanks much appreciated
Reflections some in opposition some in cooperation fill this piece that has great rhyme and good meter flowing from beginning to end. Nicely done
as always thanks for reading much appreciated
You are most welcome
Fine words Norman but in my life love and positivity seem to fulfil my way.
Andy
I very much appreciate your comments and thank you for reading, I tend to write from gutter to heaven so often write about those in difficulties
Tbis is a good write that reminds me about the nietivity of love.
thanks for reading, much appreciated
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