The river flows at hence
The wild tremble on sounds
The spell to rebound
The once entrusted lesson
Flowers opening in shadow rust
The re-awakening of deep cold
The clutter blade that slice hearts
And beating still… there is life.
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Author:
Dolphine (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: No matter what, the lesson is to open to life, you never know what can come and what you will learn and enjoy.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 40
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Comments2
Excellent imagery, laden with meaning, conveying the idea the author's note expresses beautifully. Short and sweet, so full of thought-provoking admonition. Lovely!
Thank you very much for your thoughts 🙂 . Best D.
It's very good! I can't say much because I'm bad at giving opinions, but I dunno... It has a good feeling to it ;D
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