They all left in silence
With a hope of being reborn
To wear new clothes come this time
And not washed ones already worn
Can beauty be kept alive
In a bell jar
To never wither
Are dreams; going cold today,
From tommorow any better.
Will the seeds sowed and sheltered
When flowered shall remember
The last touch; it had felt
Before being buried in September
Or the journey shall sell it all
For that chance to breath once more
To see the sun in a different light
And find it the same as before
What afterlife claim no ails
In Meadows of Asphodel
What treasures can hold the sunken ship
Which in memory never set a sail
Perhaps in some distant way
The wind must too feel
Those flower which swayed with it
And the towers that stood ever still
Blown away once again!
“What treasures can hold the sunken ship
Which in memory never set a sail”
You are a master of this art! 😎
Also, reciting your poems aloud is a powerful delight! Nobody else’s poem (read wordplays) is worth reciting these days.
Thank you.
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😊 Glad to know you liked it!
Your appreciation is always a mega boost to my confidence 🙏
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😊😊😊
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Wistful and deep, nostalgic and soulful. Keep up the sharing of your wonderful gift!
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Thank you for the compliments. Your constant support is a blessing 😊🙏
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