To hear upon
A quiet night
The sound of silence
Thoughts to bite
Tears restrained
Burning hot
The solitude
Hope to stop.
The empty rooms
Dont go away
That certain buzz
Upon the air
The curtains closed
The bare bulb bright
No time for sleep
Upon this night.
Within these walls
Laughed and cried
Cursed and prayed
Truth and lies
Love and hate
Days, month and years
Moments breath
Love was shared.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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That love will always be remembered in those rooms Norman.
Andy
Life, its good and bad and tears and joys, thanks for read, appreciated
Good write N. A lot of breaths taken waiting for that bus! lol.
out of breath !!!!!!!! lol
Here an image of a love remembered and missed. Whether by death or breakup there is a sadness and nostalgia well written in verse. Nicely done Norman
thanking you. much appreciated
My pleasure Norman
And each moment counts and multiplies! 🙏🏻🕊️
so true, thanks and appreciation my friend
Most welcome, my dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Nicely done
thanking you. appreciated
Norman, this is deeply moving. The loneliness feels immediate, but so does the history held inside those rooms...all the love, grief, prayer, anger, and life that once filled them. Beautiful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, thanking you much appreciated
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