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) (
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Comments3
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 🕊️🙏
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