Softly
Without a care
A Leaf in breeze
Upon the air
A gentle flight
Accepted, free
In natures hands
Lifes decree.
The cobbled road
That winds its way
Its hidden memory
Drenched in day
Its harsh and stubborn
Aging heights
Its granite breath
Its many sights.
Are but shadows
That come to pass
In fading light
And nights trepass
To return once more
To haunt the day
Its well bruised shins
Of skin and clay.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: May 27th, 2026 03:12
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Comments1
I love this poem and its cadence with marching flavor to it. It ends in rhyme that solidifies the finality of it. Well worded it gives a feel of earthiness. Nicely done Norman and a fave
most kind, thanking you much appreciate
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