Dusk
A gentle breeze just touched my face,
then died away without a trace.
It brought with it a sweet perfume,
which reminded me of times of bloom.
I stopped for a while and thought of how,
the world had changed without him now.
With him every blade of grass made me,
think of spring's lovely greenery.
And now it takes a whole orchard of flowers,
to show that its beautiful, this world of ours.
Back then, even a crow's coarse cry
would seem like a sweet lullaby.
And now, even the nightingale's melody,
fills me with emptiness and melancholy.
Then, the pale sun of the wintry cold
looked in the sky like glistening gold.
Now every drop of a bright sun ray
only makes me want to turn away.
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4 comments:
Your thoughts are beautiful,
your ideas touchy!
It's words my dear friend,
that change this world messy.
to anony -
I appreciate ur appreciation,
understand u like to change generation,
but its action! not words, my dear friend,
that defy normality, cause liberation!
unlike others this makes sense.
keep up the good work, young ladies,
u deserve a plum cake with cherries,
but, let these compliments not slow u down,
u do better, u'll eventually win the crown. :D
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