in the Mourning
no Thing dared to be seen
saw you sighing in silent Scenes, bring
Stills to Life
when It was What It isn’t
the Mist in the Midst wasn’t mystic
It seemed set aside
in the Dawn
when there only was Time
what i saw you with wasn’t Light
when Wind took my Eyes
to you
in the Fall
in the Winter
when Whether, It threatens to wither, the
Chill grows inside
you
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Chill grows inside?
love the mist and the imagery your words bring, welcome.
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William
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Lovely imagery!
esp:
“..saw you sighing in silent Scenes, bring
Stills to Life
when It was What It isn’t..”
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Wonderful! I esp loved
“no Thing dared to be seen
saw you sighing in silent Scenes, bring
Stills to Life
when It was What It isn’t..”
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It’s so universal and so personal at the same time. The simplicity leaves nothing but the emotion. My condolences on your loss…
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