When the fire has burnt out and the coals grown cold
After the last shout and the last story is told
The book is shut, the tale faded to dreams
Thread of the past cut, a fantasy it seems
From the ashes a spark lifts and flies
A glow that flashes, then dies in one's eyes
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: April 30th, 2026 03:49
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Comments4
Great description much enjoyed
Thanks so much Norman your read and comment are deeply valued
most welcome my friend
I see a beautiful spirit left in flight 🌹
Thanks so much Teddy I do appreciate your kind words of support my friend
Glad I spend my moments reading your poetry until that glow in my eyes dies! Good work Soren
You are most kind Demar I appreciate you
Your poem "The End" explores the themes of mortality, the fleeting nature of life and memories, and the inevitable conclusion of experiences. It reflects on how stories and moments come to an end, leaving behind only memories and echoes of what once was.
Thank you Friendship for your review and interpretation of this poem it is very important to me and appreciated
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