THE REST IS FATE

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

A mournful cello
Slowly moans
Its falling notes
Become a coat
Its whisper now
Fading to nought
In silken robes
Its sorrow caught.

Night light flickers
Pops and dies
Left in darkness
Deep defined
The love torn girl
Upon unsteady heels
Tells the night
Her deepest dreams.

She loves love
Her impossible needs
Her visions of roses
A cottage scene
Love is hard
And granite laced
It turns its head
The rest is fate.

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sorenbarrett March 17th, 2026 03:25
A poem of attraction well penned
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)March 17th, 2026 03:36
  thanks appreciated
- sorenbarrettMarch 17th, 2026 03:42
  You are most welcome
orchidee March 17th, 2026 04:36
Good write N.
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)March 17th, 2026 04:52
  thanks always appreciated
arqios March 17th, 2026 18:21
A point solidly made🙏🏻🕊️
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)March 18th, 2026 01:00
  thanks for reading much appreciated
- arqiosMarch 18th, 2026 05:00
  Most welcome, dear Norman 🙏🏻🕊️
Goldfinch60 March 18th, 2026 02:18
Beautiful words once more Norman. https://youtu.be/1prweT95Mo0?si=fAJiHCwW2sSRI0uf

Andy
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)March 18th, 2026 04:05
  Most kind, thanks for reading always much appreciated
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)March 18th, 2026 04:08
  wonderful cello youtube
RSM0812 March 19th, 2026 07:19
Great rhyming skills. A fav for sure.
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)March 19th, 2026 07:23
  most kind, thanking you and as always much appreciated

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