Theres a whisper
Lost in moonlight
Upon the sands
Of distant shore
That saves wishes
In a locket
Pendant closed
A hidden door.
Which leads to calm
Upon a promise
Held in hands
To adorn
The fragrance
Of each moment
Often forgotten
Upon new dawn.
Silver leaves
Glisten sweetly
Natures surrender
To the morn
Past echo
Rides the breeze
Pendant closed
A hidden door.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
An excellent read my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
most kind, much appreciated, thanking you
Most welcome, Norman 🕊️🙏
Memories evoked by a picture opened and closed. And so it is that the mind becomes the pendant and picture opened and closed. Well done Norman
thanking you always much appreciated
You are most welcome
Good write N.
There was a bus - but it was hidden?! lol.
if it exists lol
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