When the world
Has forgotten words
From my soul
It will be told
No matter how
Where or when
Desolate landscape
Sunny glen.
When Winter bites
Or sunshine burns
Seasons lean
Time it turns
Yes, I will
Remember still
By mere want
Or sheer will.
I will remember
When the world forgets
The ravaged time
Its anger vents
As if a flower
Who dies in soil
Then is reborn
An immortal coil.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: April 19th, 2026 02:37
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Comments6
There is something special about this piece that is like an echo from the past a voice into the future that haunts the ear as if eroding stone and leaving one's mark it speaks of eternity and the immortality of memory. Well spoken
Too kind, thanking you and as always much appreciated
Most welcome
Well said. You painted an image of a flower dying and being reborn, symbolizing the cyclical nature of life and the persistence of memory.
many thanks for reading, always appreciated
Makes a joint remembrance an essential part of being. Most enjoyed🕊️🙏
many thanks always appreciated
Most welcome, Norman. Likewise 🕊️🙏
Norman, this carries a steady, quiet strength…like memory itself standing its ground against time. That image of returning from the soil stays with me…loss and renewal wrapped together. I’ve felt that need to remember, even when everything else moves on. This lands as both resistance and hope. Powerful write. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind comments. thanking you and always appreciated
Good write N. Ahh, you remembered what time the bus arrives. lol.
sometime this year it MAY pop up and i will miss it lol
I too will remember Norman, our memories are so important in our lives.
Andy
thanks for reading always much appreciated
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