Bring your ear
A little closer
Let me whisper
To the dawn
In the awakening
Of my tears
In my soul
So forlorn.
The gentle ebbing
Of the waves
Of the dream
I implore
Let me hear
In my loneliness
Your sweet voice
Again once more.
Enchanted forests
Between the pages
Of the ink stains
Upon my hands
The scattering
Of discarded paper
A lonely desk
Where silence stands.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: August 22nd, 2026 04:01
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- Users favorite of this poem: Syd
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Comments2
Lonely is the feeling here a relationship separated by space and time. Well written
As always thanks and appreciation my friend
Most welcome Norman
I love this Norman.
Brilliantly written! 👏👏👏
- Syd 🍄
thanking you, always appreciate your read and comment
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