Poems #51-60

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Continued from Poems #41-50.

#51
Blurring at the edges,
A broken promise
A cracked heart
Tears to fill a river
From a shattered soul

#52
Echo beyond this moment
The last vestiges of life and love
Still faint traces in the mist
Yet soon to be overtaken
In all but the heart of death

#53
Memories of desire mourn
In the moonless night of sorrow
Hope and joy now dead and gone

#54
Memories of harmony turn
Soundless in the air of lust
Passion oppressive over the silence
Greed floods a world devoid of beauty

#55
Pain whispers before dawn
Night air laden with agony
Shards of moonlight pierce the sky
To dance amongst the stars

#56
Memories of discord cry
Damned be the new world
Filled with harmony and peace

#57
Spirits of harmony sing
To fill the air with notes
Of love, light, and hope
To banish the oppressive dark

#58
Memories of love embrace
Before the dawn breaks
Relishing in the night's peace

#59
Dance echoes 'neath the cloudless sky
Wind waltzing through the trees
Brushing the leaves and
Coaxing them to join the dance

#60
Women of longing sleep
Like a dancer alone on the stage
Lost to the world and
Blissfully unaware of true reality

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