Open Poetry #12 |
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Cycle of Time |
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Xeonox![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA ![]() |
When the last of rain arrives today, It brings with it the falsity of a new day, From the soil they spring forth, Not knowing if they will grow, Darkness viewed as giving light, No longer they are tempted to fight, Feeling of hope spreads through all, Failing to notice the chilling call, In unison they wait, Awaiting their fate, Ending by the drop, For the cycle cannot stop. Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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catalinamoon![]()
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
So true, and nicely written. Sandra |
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Mistletoe Angel![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Wonderfully written and sincere poem! Yes, may the next day bring promise and love for all, always! Thank you for sharing, my friend! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Xeonox![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Thank you for your comments. I have not written a poem in a long time. Ronil Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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