The destination is announced...
...I feel his embrace,
but he does not hold me,
he is there to be held,
there
is
no
support,
no counsel,
and no consolation.
This journey is his,
and his alone.
His hold weakens,
his embrace is fragile,
and futile.
His footsteps grow distant...
...all that he ever was floods through me...
...and my heart beats
because
his
is
no
more.
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Author:
Yorke (
Offline) - Published: November 22nd, 2016 15:46
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Comments3
wow, this has such a deep message.... so lovely!!
Thank you, I appreciate your kind reply.
This can be interpreted in so many ways. I enjoyed it.
Thank you very much for reading and replying
Beautiful poem having a touching end.
Thank you very much
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