Poems #61-70
Continued from Poems #51-60.
#61
Snowflakes of tears whisper
Of long lost days and
Bittersweet fragments of dreams
Saturate the air with desperate longing
#62
Shape of words echo unseen
Buried beneath the woes and
Troubles plaguing forgotten times
#63
Time withered away the hurtful memories
Nourishing new blossoms of hope
As they struggled to bloom in the
Dying light which blanketed the earth
#64
Romance fades only as time fades
Love stronger than all else
Clinging on till world's end
#65
Beneath the surface of understanding,
The seasons turn to dust
Floating on the wings of fading winds
#66
Before the moment of death
A sharp intake of breath
All hung suspended in tense
Air of gruesome anticipation
#67
Beyond this moment of discord
The seasons fade into the mist
For without harmony, what need
Have we for a cyclic world
#68
In the moonless darkness,
The leaves sleep in silence
Motionless unless forced by
One who stalks in the night
#69
Inside the meaning of discord
The trees wander the forest
Walking paths once trodden
Weeping for all lost and forgotten
#70
On a bed of tears the spirits sing,
For all those long forgotten
Resting in empty graves and
Embraced by silent death
#61
Snowflakes of tears whisper
Of long lost days and
Bittersweet fragments of dreams
Saturate the air with desperate longing
#62
Shape of words echo unseen
Buried beneath the woes and
Troubles plaguing forgotten times
#63
Time withered away the hurtful memories
Nourishing new blossoms of hope
As they struggled to bloom in the
Dying light which blanketed the earth
#64
Romance fades only as time fades
Love stronger than all else
Clinging on till world's end
#65
Beneath the surface of understanding,
The seasons turn to dust
Floating on the wings of fading winds
#66
Before the moment of death
A sharp intake of breath
All hung suspended in tense
Air of gruesome anticipation
#67
Beyond this moment of discord
The seasons fade into the mist
For without harmony, what need
Have we for a cyclic world
#68
In the moonless darkness,
The leaves sleep in silence
Motionless unless forced by
One who stalks in the night
#69
Inside the meaning of discord
The trees wander the forest
Walking paths once trodden
Weeping for all lost and forgotten
#70
On a bed of tears the spirits sing,
For all those long forgotten
Resting in empty graves and
Embraced by silent death
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